Chapter 663: We can't go without eating a single bite, can we?

Sister Zhao Hong and Number Two had firmly decided to feast and drink their fill at the Fair Convoy.

To make this happen, the two of them had even told their own convoys in advance not to save them any meals.

To prepare for this meal, after their breakfast back at their own convoy, they hadn’t eaten a single bite more, saving themselves for tonight’s dinner.

They’d even specially brought their own big bowls along.

The two were determined to eat back half a day’s worth of supplies.

But when it came time to eat, and they discovered that even Little Fish had a bigger bowl than them, the two instantly realized they’d been too modest.

Still, the one thing that made them a bit uncomfortable was the way that little girl named Little Fish looked at them...

There was some pity in her eyes.

That pitying expression made them deeply uneasy.

But thinking she was just an ordinary person, and an underage girl at that, they forcefully suppressed that discomfort.

Finally, the afternoon meal arrived.

The two stared at the fare in the Superhumans’ Small Canteen, and their mouths began to water.

The Fair Convoy’s food was pretty decent.

At least it was much better than what the Skeleton Convoy served.

Today’s second meal was iron pot stew.

The cook for the Superhumans’ Small Canteen had changed several times by now. The current chef was an older brother from the Northeast.

His Northeast-style iron pot stew was absolutely top-notch.

Inside, there were even several chunks of meatworm meat.

Along with corn, lettuce, potatoes, wild greens, and vermicelli.

There were not only vegetables; besides the meatworm meat, there were also ocean fish.

Some of it was grown by the convoy themselves.

Some was gathered from Xi City.

And some was caught from the sea or traded with other convoys.

Zhao Hong and Number Two were practically drooling just from looking.

“Little Two, don’t be polite later, and don’t be shy—this is what they owe us!”

Number Two nodded vigorously.

“Got it, eat until I’m full!”

Number Two nodded vigorously again.

“Got it, don’t be polite. When the meal starts, you charge forward and fill your bowl first!”

Number Two kept nodding like crazy.

Zhao Hong was giving Number Two a crash course in meal-grabbing.

Compared to Number Two, Zhao Hong, who’d been out in the world for years, naturally had much thicker skin.

Back when she was at her poorest, she’d lived through the Communal Meals system.

Anyone who’d experienced Communal Meals knew it was all about being quick—fast hands get food, slow ones go hungry.

Some people ate so fast that while others were finishing one bowl, they’d downed two.

As for Number Two from the Skeleton Convoy, he clearly looked like a young kid fresh out of society.

Young guys like that were the easiest to bully out there.

So Zhao Hong felt it was only right to teach Number Two a lesson or two.

As for Zhao Hong herself...

She’d already decided: as soon as the meal started, she’d rush over and scoop herself a big bowl first.

Whether anyone else had enough to eat wasn’t her concern.

After all, it was all owed to her by that bastard Chu Che.

Just as Zhao Hong was thinking about these things—

“Time to eat...”

The moment those three words came out of the fat cook’s mouth—

Zhao Hong jolted with a start and then quick-stepped toward the Fair Convoy’s Superhumans’ Small Canteen.

Number Two stuck close behind Zhao Hong.

Number Two had already made up his mind to follow Sister Zhao Hong’s lead—there was no way he’d end up with nothing to eat, right?

Just then, both of them suddenly recalled that little face dripping with mockery.

That little girl named Little Fish really was infuriating.

But what was with the look on her face?

Before they could dwell on it, they felt a gust of wind sweep past them, messing up Zhao Hong’s hair and stirring Number Two’s heart.

The wind carried a strong scent of sweat—it was Iron Lion, who’d just been training with a massive boulder.

That big dummy was fast.

Zhao Hong spotted the simpleton holding two huge bowls and two pairs of chopsticks with his four arms.

Oh no. Zhao Hong’s heart gave a little jump, and she quickened her pace.

Just then, a wisp of Green Smoke streaked past them.

It was that shameless Chen Ye.

Their footsteps got even faster, shifting from a brisk walk to a jog.

A fragrant breeze brushed by them.

Both of their eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

What... did someone just arrive by flying sword?

Before they could react any further—

Xu Lina had already strode past them on her long legs.

Then Gong Yong and Chu Che...

Wait, when did Captain Chu get back?

The two felt even worse.

Even the armless woman, with every step her long legs took, left a small deep pit in the ground.

She wasn’t much slower than the others.

They exchanged a glance, instantly feeling a bad vibe.

And now they understood Little Fish’s pitying expression.

There was no time for more thoughts.

Zhao Hong lunged forward with her long strides...

Number Two, the young captain, followed close behind.

This was the fastest they’d ever moved for a meal.

By the time the two arrived at the Superhumans’ Small Canteen with their big bowls—

They saw a giant iron pot innocently swaying on its iron stand.

Inside... the pot, which had been full of stew, was now completely empty.

Not even a drop of broth remained.

Nothing.

“You... you all...”

The two were dumbfounded...

Zhao Hong was furious, glaring at the bunch holding their huge bowls.

Even that little girl Little Fish was clutching a massive bowl bigger than her head, hunched over and shoveling food into her mouth with all her might.

How could such a small body pack away such a huge bowl?

Zhao Hong walked over in disbelief and poked the bottom of the pot. Only the tip of her chopstick came away with a faint damp stain.

“Sister Hong, it’s gone...”

Number Two stared at the other rice cooker, also empty.

That cooker had been steaming the rice.

There wasn’t even a single grain left.

Zhao Hong’s face turned red, all the way down to her neck.

Her somewhat pretty eyes slanted upward sharply, and her brows scrunched into an inverted V.

Zhao Hong looked at Chu Che.

Chu Che kept his head down, wolfing down his food, refusing to meet her eyes.

Zhao Hong looked at Chen Ye...

Chen Ye turned around, acting like he didn’t see a thing.

Zhao Hong looked at Iron Lion...

Iron Lion hadn’t even realized Zhao Hong was staring at him. Both his heads were buried in two huge bowls of rice and stew—too delicious, why would he care about anyone else?

Even Ding Dong...

That woman had a pair of chopsticks clamped between her toes, and her feet were nimbler than most people’s hands.

Everyone had something to eat.

Only Zhao Hong and Number Two stood there, speechless as they gazed at the crowd.

They finally got it. They understood the pity in Little Fish’s eyes.

And they understood why, when they’d said they wanted to eat at the convoy, Chu Che hadn’t objected.

They’d thought, surely the folks from the Fair Convoy wouldn’t leave them with nothing to eat.

Now...

They really had nothing!

Zhao Hong gritted her teeth. “Chu Che, Chen Ye, Sun Xixi... you... you’re all great!”

“I’m... not done with you people!”