Rarely did something interest Li Feng enough to make him forget the troubles in his heart. He sat outside Zuo Wuji's Monk's Cell. Zuo Wuji had not closed the door before going to sleep, so Li Feng had helped him shut it, then curled up outside the room himself.
He waited until noon, yet Zuo Wuji still showed no sign of waking. Instead, Li Feng shivered from the cold outside.
An old monk slowly approached from outside, carrying a small wooden basket in one hand and an old blanket in the other. Li Feng looked up at him and greeted him.
"Abbot Master!"
"Young Master Li, have some hot steamed buns. Cover yourself with this blanket."
The old abbot placed the wooden basket beside Li Feng and lifted the cloth covering it. Inside was a bowl of steamed buns, still giving off heat, with a small stack of side dishes beside them—nothing more than the simplest pickled vegetables.
"Thank you, Abbot Master!"
Li Feng had long been cold and hungry. He had only feared that if he left, that Great Hero might wake up and leave the temple, and he did not want to miss him, so he had kept waiting. At a time like this, how could he dislike a lunch without any oil or meat?
Li Feng grabbed a steamed bun and took a huge bite, then picked up pickled vegetables with his chopsticks. He had always eaten big fish and meat, but the buns and pickled vegetables tasted wonderful to him now. Especially when they reached his stomach and warmed him through, even his mood improved somewhat.
After eating two buns in a row, Li Feng looked up and found the old abbot smiling at him. The sight made Li Feng somewhat embarrassed.
"Good. Young Master Li,