Transmigration: On the Gossip Front

Damao could hear Sha Zhu sucking in a breath, "You aware of your own power?"

"Sha Zhu, oh Sha Zhu, you only show off in front of us to regain some face. If you’re so capable, why don’t you fight Zhang Yu?"

"You’re supposed to be the courtyard’s war god," Damao said, clearly in a very good mood today. "I want to eat something to properly celebrate for once."

"Celebrating that someone can finally suppress your arrogance," Damao decided he’d improve his relationship with Zhang Yu from now on.

That way, if Sha Zhu ever thought to bully him again, there would be someone to back him up a little.

Eat something, celebrate a bit? Sha Zhu fumed, then touched his stomach that was already protesting non-stop, "Hungry, really hungry."

Now that it was impossible to bring food back from the canteen, Sha Zhu of course would only have his dinner at home.

For Sha Zhu, who had all three meals in the canteen every day, this was very uncomfortable. His home did have a kitchen, and the pots and pans were there – cooking something simple was an easy task.

But once he looked in the kitchen, he was genuinely startled. Many of the kitchen utensils were gone; there wasn’t even a way to fry dishes.

Of course, that wasn’t the most important part; the worst was that there was barely anything to eat at home. Even if he was a chef, without ingredients, he couldn’t process food.