686. Whatever Is Said Must Be Known

Hearing the voice, Lu Ban thought for a moment.

He had previously heard that polar bears often crouched in hollows in the ice, waiting for seals to surface for air. The moment a seal poked its head out, they would smack it with a paw, knock it unconscious, drag it ashore, and then enjoy a hearty meal.

Because seals lived in the frigid waters of the Arctic, they had thick layers of fat. Combined with their constant movement, this made their muscles highly resilient, making them excellent sources of protein and calories. Besides, a seal that plump would definitely taste great when roasted. Add some salt and pepper, and Lu Ban was already getting hungry just thinking about it.

To people living in the Arctic Circle, every part of a seal was useful.

Aside from using its hide for warmth, the Inuit had once invented a famously foul-smelling delicacy. They would empty out a seal's internal organs, stuff seabirds into its belly, leave it for several months to ferment, and then suck the rotten bird paste out through the seal's rear.

Considering that canned herring was also a Nordic specialty, perhaps everyone living around the Arctic Circle needed strong-flavored food to stimulate themselves, lest their consciousness gradually fade away in the freezing wind.

Thinking of this, Lu Ban was genuinely hungry.

While opening the door downstairs, he ordered two breakfasts through his phone.

After unlocking the door, Lu Ban went off to wash up on his own.

As he brushed his teeth, he discovered that the Lu Ban in the mirror had vanished.

He could only wash his face in the dark.

After washing his face, he happened to see her walk into the room.

"It's pretty spacious."

She wore a down jacket and jeans, as though she had just