Evening.
Meng Yuan went downstairs as usual to pack dinner from the small eatery beneath his rental apartment.
"Fish-fragrant shredded pork, flavored eggplants, crispy pork belly, uh... and a green vegetable, three bowls of rice, for takeout."
Meng Yuan winced slightly as he swiped on his phone to pay; this meal had knocked another hundred bucks off his balance.
Having a little foodie at home was truly a challenge!
If it had been just Meng Yuan, these dishes would have been enough for three meals.
But with Dark Sand joining in, it'd only last one meal, and they would only be eighty percent full at that.
Because of the huge financial pressure from the food expenses, Meng Yuan once cautiously discussed with Dark Sand, asking whether she could abstain from eating mortal food.
After all, as a guide, her existence hovered between being a Spiritual Body and a physical one, she could very well not exist in the real world.