Unlike the others, who were rough and boisterous, Wei Lou clearly had other things on his mind besides the snowy-white meat buns. He absentmindedly peeled away the skin of one, listening for a long while without hearing what came next. When he looked up, Ji Sun Yin was stuffing buns into his mouth with both hands, cheeks bulging and grease running down his chin. He looked as if he had been starving for ten days or half a month.
But when he thought of the food they used to get, then compared it with what they were eating now, he realized that Ji Sun Yin's past complaints about the Prefectural Yamen's lousy meals hadn't been entirely due to his pickiness. The food really had been terrible. "Is that all?"
Ji Sun Yin hurriedly swallowed. "What do you mean, 'is that all'?"
"Did your Lord Marquis's Clan Elders only ask about the situation outside?"
"Yeah. There was plenty to talk about, though, and it got late, so the High Priest sent me off to bed. I missed my bed and blankets at home so much. I slept straight through without even dreaming."
To him, the Clan Land was an absolutely safe haven.
Just breathing in the air here made him feel at ease.
No worldly place could give him this long-missed sense of relaxation. The sunlight woke him only after the sky had grown bright. As soon as he opened his eyes, he instinctively went looking for Ah Yu so they could have breakfast. Then, after the other man reminded him about the subordinates he'd completely forgotten, he hurried to the Great Canteen and carried off more than a hundred meat buns.
Wei Lou furrowed his brow slightly and said nothing.
Ji Sun Yin asked, "Have you had something on your