When Yuanchu returned to the campfire, it was already late into the night.
The fire crackled, dyeing the ink-black night red. Under the yellowish halo of light, a few empty bowls with grains of rice stuck to them sat nearby.
Yuanchu frowned slightly as Kong's voice rang out from beside him: "Brother Yuanchu, you're back! Give me just a second, the porridge is almost ready!"
Chapter 203