A small bowl of white rice and two plates of side dishes.
The two of them ate for over half an hour—most of that time, Zhu Si was teaching Zheng Qing how to eat the chicken head. She carefully sucked every tiny bone clean, telling the young wizard what each bit of meat tasted like.
As for the stalk of greens, Zheng Qing carefully split it into two portions, one for each of them.
After a long while, the two rubbed their bellies and lazily lay on the blackish-gray floor, staring at the grayish-white ceiling above as they began to daydream.
In the gaps between the covered mirrors flickered reflections from those left uncovered, rather dazzling to the eye.
The two wizards, one big and one small, ignored that slight glare and focused on the contentment before them.
"That was delicious," Zheng Qing murmured.
"See? It was a feast, wasn't it?" The little girl's tone brimmed with pride.
"It's just that the surroundings are a little lacking." The boy sighed, making the comment half in jest. But the instant the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
Why did he have to puncture the little girl's beautiful fantasy with cold reality at a time like this?
Sure enough, the girl beside him fell silent at once.
Zheng Qing turned his head and cautiously glanced at Zhu Si. She had already sat up, biting one finger with a troubled expression.
"Just kidding, just kidding." The boy scrambled to his feet, waving his hands repeatedly as he looked around. "Mirrors, mirrors... as the saying goes, 'The moon is painted without fragrant cassia, the sun reflected with flowering water chestnuts.' What environment could be lovelier than being surrounded by a host of blossoms?"
The flattery was a little excessive, but at this point