Chopping wood wasn't really a difficult task for Tian Peng, and in no time, he had already split the wood and then entered the house.
The widow had already baked two pancakes, and Tian Peng casually picked one up and popped it into his mouth.
These past days, he had been eating only the pastries that the Three Demons had brought him. He used to think pastries weren't tasty, only eating meat, and he would carelessly leave them in the house.
After his fallout with the Three Demons, he realized the problem, he didn't know how to cook, and he couldn't eat raw rice or flour, so he had to make do with the pastries he previously didn't eat.
He used to be very picky, but when it really came down to it, he knew nothing about being picky.
Moreover, without realizing, once he started eating, those pastries turned out to be so plentiful that he had been eating them for almost two months.