After Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou put on their masks, both their appearances and their auras changed completely. Lost in the crowd, they drew no attention at all.
"Two bowls of gruel, please."
Lu Yang was curious about the unfamiliar food. The street cook was boiling something he couldn't identify; all he could tell was that it was a huge, thick pot, bubbling away. Judging by how many similar stalls lined the streets, this must have been a specialty of the Buddha Kingdom.
"Coming right up."
The cook ladled two spoonfuls of gruel over bowls of rice. It looked utterly unappetizing.
Lu Yang tried some and couldn't help laughing bitterly. The taste was just as hard to describe.
Until now, they had either eaten vegetarian meals at Kaihuang Temple or had a meal at Benefactor Cui's home. Both had been delicious, so he'd assumed the Buddha Kingdom's cooking was generally good.
"I was wondering why no one in Great Xia sells this stuff. Who'd eat it?" Meng Jingzhou said after a couple of bites.
If the Buddha Kingdom's gruel were actually tasty, its people would have gone to sell it in Great Xia long ago. It hadn't spread there in three hundred thousand years, which said plenty about how ordinary it was.
At the very least, it didn't suit the tastes of people from Great Xia.
After their first outing had gone awry, the two ate their gruel at a leisurely pace.
If they didn't eat it, they'd be wasting food. If they did, they might as well be wasting food.
"Old Meng, do you know a spell that can block out the taste?"
"If I did, I'd have used it already."
"Masters?" A somewhat familiar voice called out, as if addressing Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou.
The two instinctively