"Let's go," Pei Qian said with a dark face as he stood up. "Let's check the other house."

The two houses were not far apart, about 15 meters. Thanks to the swarthy man who had lit the stove in the other room as well, a wave of warmth greeted them as soon as they entered.

This eased the tension in everyone's hearts a little.

After a quick look, the layout inside was roughly the same, with a small hall in the middle and a bedroom on either side.

Other than that, nothing strange was found.

"Are we..." Jiang Zhongyi paused. "Are we going to sleep here tonight?"

Pei Qian looked around, especially standing at the door, looking out for a long time. He suddenly said, "We'll sleep separately tonight. Four people stay here, and the other four go back to the other house."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhongyi even wondered if his ears were playing tricks on him. He had just said that there was a problem here and that there might be danger at night, so why now...

Zhou Rong's face was cold. The aggressive attitude he showed often clashed with Pei Qian, but on this matter, the two agreed. He nodded and said, "I agree with Mr. Pei's view."

"You see," Zhou Rong pointed to the door, "from here you can see the situation in the front yard, and from this direction you can also observe the other house."

"And from the other house, you can see the backyard and that building," Zhou Rong stared at the largest building in the yard.

The reason he didn't use the word "house" to describe it was because it was too big, more than twice the size of these two houses combined.

At this moment, it stood alone on the west side, melting into a black shadow in the night.

And this shadow brought a sense of unease to everyone.

"We'll split up and stay in these two houses, with people on watch in each room, so we'll have a much better view, and we can give an early warning in case of emergencies." Zhou Rong said, staring at the shadow.

What he said made sense.

"Glug glug—"

A hurried and somewhat embarrassing sound rang out from behind.

Everyone turned around and saw Chen Xiaomeng, who was at the back, glancing to the right with embarrassment, as if... the sound had nothing to do with her.

It was no wonder, after walking in the mountains for most of the day, and only drinking a few sips of porridge in the morning, it was difficult for her to endure until now. Most people gave her sympathetic looks.

Except...

Pushing aside Benfu, who was blocking him, Jiang Cheng rushed to Chen Xiaomeng, blinked, and asked, "Long Er, are you hungry? Does Ping Er need to find you something to eat?"

Chen Xiaomeng was annoyed just looking at him. She gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Get lost, I'd rather starve to death than eat your things."

"Oh~~" Jiang Cheng straightened up, and while very naturally taking sweet potatoes out of his bulging clothes, he nodded and replied, "I see, then I'm relieved."

The others were stunned when they saw the sweet potatoes Jiang Cheng took out. They couldn't figure out how Jiang Cheng had hidden them in his clothes and carried them all along.

But with sweet potatoes to eat, who cared about those things?

Everyone obediently sat in a circle, staring eagerly as Jiang Cheng arranged the sweet potatoes one by one, placing them on the edge of the stove to bake.

There were eight sweet potatoes in total, some large and some small, but they all looked very delicious.

After walking in the mountains all day, their brains stopped thinking after smelling the aroma of the sweet potatoes.

At this time, Benfu, whose brain circuit was peculiar, even had a thought: would a ghost suddenly appear and then try to snatch their sweet potatoes?

But fortunately, his worries dissipated as the fragrant sweet potatoes came out of the oven.

Even the always mature and prudent painter, Pei Qian, couldn't help but swallow several mouthfuls of saliva.

Everyone resisted the urge to grab them and waited for Jiang Cheng to distribute the sweet potatoes.

After all, the sweet potatoes were taken by someone at the risk of... no, at the risk of getting them.

Jiang Cheng found a piece of cloth that was still considered clean, wrapped his hand in it, quickly picked up a sweet potato, and gently broke it open, revealing golden yellow inside.

Zhou Rong's throat rolled hard. He had never felt that sweet potatoes were so delicious.

"Mr. Pei," Jiang Cheng said with a smile as he handed the sweet potato over, "This is yours."

Pei Qian was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and accepted the hard-won sweet potato with extremely high courtesy, and nodded, "Thank you, Mr. Yin."

"You're welcome."

Then, in order, Jiang Cheng distributed the sweet potatoes one by one.

"Thank you, Mr. Yin," Li Lu thanked sincerely, and then took the sweet potato in her hand.

Now there were three sweet potatoes left. Besides his own, the largest one, there were two smaller ones that were almost melted from baking.

There were still Yu Man and Chen Xiaomeng who had not received sweet potatoes.

At this moment, perhaps influenced by the aroma of the sweet potatoes, Chen Xiaomeng's stomach was growling even more fiercely, but she stubbornly turned her head away, not even looking at Jiang Cheng, and said nothing.

"There are two sweet potatoes left," Jiang Cheng said, holding one in each hand, not minding that they were hot, looking very embarrassed, "One large and one small, how can I divide them fairly?"

"Naturally, we'll listen to Mr. Yin's decision," Yu Man's eyes were fiery and dazed, and even the words she spoke carried a hint of charm, making people's minds wander.

Jiang Cheng took the opportunity to glance several times at Yu Man, who was sitting on the ground, revealing a bit of scenery. After a while, his face flushed and he said, "Then let's divide them according to size."

After saying that, he gave the larger sweet potato to Yu Man, and left the smaller one to Chen Xiaomeng.

At this moment, Chen Xiaomeng, under Li Lu's persuasion, was preparing to temporarily endure this anger. When she had the strength to eat something, she would be the first to strangle this bastard.

But just as Chen Xiaomeng was enduring her anger, preparing to learn from the ancients and bear the burden of humiliation and accept the sweet potato, an unexpected scene happened.

Jiang Cheng actually retracted his hand, and then divided the already small sweet potato in two, and then, after comparing, gave the smaller half to himself.

"It should be about the same this time," Jiang Cheng said, nodding.

This obviously very bullying behavior did not cause everyone to denounce him. Everyone buried their heads in digesting the sweet potatoes in their hands. This was in a nightmare, and the set of rules in reality would not work here.

Here, basic morality and shame could all be forgotten, as long as... necessary.

Everyone's only goal was to survive.

"Alright," Zhou Rong wiped his hands and was the first to stand up from the ground. He suggested, "It's getting late, everyone should rest early."

What they needed most after a day of fatigue was rest. They hadn't felt it before, but now that they had replenished some energy, that feeling of exhaustion rushed out all at once.

Next was arranging accommodation.

Just as everyone was worried about how to arrange for Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng, Chen Xiaomeng, who had eaten the sweet potato cleanly and wiped her mouth, stood up.

She looked at Jiang Cheng, and the face that was originally pale and cold as ice suddenly melted, "Mr. Yin," she smiled and said affectionately, "Let's be together tonight."