Luo Yirui glanced at the porridge. He could make fighting talismans and Spiritual Talismans, but he didn't possess the skill his mother had of detecting poison with just a sniff and a look. So, after the woman left, he gently dabbed some porridge with his finger and tasted it on his tongue. Immediately, he knew the porridge was not poisoned.
Once he was certain it wasn't poisoned, the ravenous Luo Yirui didn't hesitate any longer. He gulped down the bowl of porridge without leaving a single drop and even licked the remaining residue from the bowl.
One bowl of porridge couldn't fully satisfy his appetite, but he couldn't ask for more. Having some porridge was already fortunate enough. He reached for the inside of his jacket and found his money was still there, letting out a breath of relief.
At this moment, an old man wearing a blue robe entered, his back hunched over from age.
