Leaving Moses aside, Big Chef started cooking. He rarely got to come home these days, so he could hardly make his dad do all the work. As for Huang Lei, he cooked Western food, so Big Chef simply ignored him.
Big Chef wasn't agonizing over anything, but Moses certainly was. I am who I am. Those words captured the essence of it. This wasn't God's will—it was his own will. Oh my heavens! He wasn't confused anymore. This was goddamn divine guidance!
At that thought, he looked around and realized that no one else seemed to have heard their conversation. Everyone was still eating or getting as much rest as possible, since they might have to work a night shift later. Yes, Pharaoh's enterprise frequently demanded overtime. He didn't care how those slaves felt, and he didn't pay them a cent.
Now certain of his conclusion, Moses slipped out while no one was paying attention. Since the camp was already out in the countryside, the guards had a lot of ground to cover, and security around it wasn't particularly tight.
Taking advantage of mealtime, Moses furtively sneaked out of the camp. This wasn't his first time. To carry out his grand escape plan, he had mapped out many routes. Unfortunately, this wasn't a solo escape but a collective one. Getting out of the camp was only the beginning.
Precisely because leaving this place was so difficult, most of the others were still hesitant. If they failed, nothing good awaited them.
After leaving the camp, Moses headed toward the mountain and soon reached its foot. He came here often, too, and knew every blade of grass and every tree as well as his own backyard.
But after climbing the mountain, he discovered a strange cave.
Looking at its pitch-black entrance, he