In the mountains of Huizhou, Ming Rui was holding a dead snake with one hand, a not-so-small snake weighing around two jins, which should be enough to satisfy some hunger.
Shangguan Liu's fingers trembled, "You, you're not thinking of eating it, are you!"
Ming Rui, "Hmm."
Shangguan Liu felt goosebumps all over, "No, I won't eat it."
He would rather starve than eat it.
Ming Rui rolled his eyes; he also wanted to hunt rabbits or wild chickens, but unfortunately, he wasn't a hunter and didn't have arrows in hand, so he didn't catch anything except for the snake that came to him.
Ming Rui ignored Shangguan Liu; he had to fill his stomach.
Shangguan Liu, "Are you going to eat it raw?"
Ming Rui, "!!"
That's a good question; he didn't have any matches, and it was lucky that his pouch hadn't been lost while hanging from his waist, and who knew if an assassin might detect the smoke and track him down.
Ming Rui reluctantly buried the snake; it was no longer an edible option.
