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Before long, the little girl from the inn finally finished her work and brought over two steaming plates of beef and a hot bowl of porridge.
The stray dog on the ground immediately sat upright, panting with its tongue out, drooling, its gaze fiery as it alternated between looking at the plates and Huang Yi.
"Eat up!" Huang Yi said, putting one of the plates of beef on the ground for the stray dog to enjoy.
The Little White Cat, however, did not eat meat, and lay on the table, extending its little tongue to lick the hot porridge.
By this time, the group of children had already scattered, and the inn was peaceful, with only the sounds of Huang Yi's table eating.
It was the most peaceful breakfast Huang Yi had ever had, eating tender beef in the warm sunshine and fresh air, without having to participate in any complicated strife, without shedding any blood, and being able to eat as slowly as one could. He hadn't experienced such a life in a very long time.