Sikong Two took two more bowls of porridge out of the kitchen. He gave one to Kong Lanyou and the other to Yintuoluo, each with a pair of bamboo chopsticks.
Zhang Ruochen sat opposite Kong Lanyou. They glanced at each other from time to time while eating. The delicate atmosphere was kept on purpose. Nobody wanted to break the silence.
Until a fat black cat zoomed in from the door.
It stood on its hind legs, and raised its forelegs highly. Its round eyes circled for a while, then located Zhang Ruochen and walked to him.
"Eek! Zhang Ruochen, you don't know how wretched the battle was yesterday in the Pluto Sword Tomb. I was frightened and hid in the Battle Formation instantly, otherwise, I couldn't have survived."
Blackie climbed on a wooden stool, and sat on it. It picked up a bamboo shoot and threw it in its mouth. Feeling it was flavorless, it spit it out.