Liu Shasha hurriedly took the long saber, but when she looked up again, Su Qiao had already gone far ahead.
The handsome boy who was always inseparable from her was carrying a large bundle of firewood at her side.
"What's wrong?"
Su Qiao sensed the chill radiating from Gao Jingyu and turned her head toward him in confusion.
Gao Jingyu quickly reined in his aura and put on an expression that seemed to ask to be fed. "I'm so hungry."
So he was hungry.
When he was hungry or dirty, he would feel unhappy, his expression would worsen, and he would become irritable.
Su Qiao had already figured out these patterns over the past few days.
"Instant noodles again?"
"Mm." Gao Jingyu nodded obediently.
Su Qiao thought of the roughly twenty crates of instant noodles piled in the corner of the room. "You didn't really take all the instant noodles from that warehouse, did you?"
Gao Jingyu fell silent.
Su Qiao knew she had guessed correctly.
Because whenever she guessed right, he would pretend to be innocent, pretend to be deep, and pretend he didn't understand.
"I'm hungry." Afraid she would say more, Gao Jingyu hurriedly added.
"All right. I'll cook instant noodles for you when we get back."
Su Qiao was helpless too.
Over the past two days, she had gone outside and found some rice and oil, dried vegetables like nori and kelp, and even some chili sauce. She had even found a few cured sausages, but he simply refused to eat any of them.
The two of them carried the firewood upstairs. Along the way, the people they encountered had long since grown used to it.
That was because every time they came downstairs, it was to find various pieces of furniture and chop them into firewood