Ignatius reached out and ruffled Shen Xinghui's head, as if to comfort him.
For some reason, it made Shen Xinghui feel a little lonely.
"Xinghui, you're strong."
"Strong?"
"Never mind. Now I understand why your cooking tastes so good."
"Huh?"
"Because it tastes like happy memories and love."
Shen Xinghui blushed at Ignatius's straightforward words.
It was incredibly embarrassing to hear something like that.
He couldn't even look Ignatius in the eye anymore.
Feeling his face turned red, he looked down, and Mr. Bruno, seeing his discomfort, chuckled and bought him another drink.
With the cooking done and everything ready, Shen Xinghui and Ignatius made their way to the stables.
According to the information, the place sold horses but also offered rentals.
However, as expected in another world, these weren't just any regular horses.