Up until now, Du Chengfeng was still lying in the prison, commonly known as "lying flat."
He hadn't even thought about what was happening outside; his overly ambitious mind had developed from pondering whether the people outside had accepted his goodwill to contemplating how to slice tofu perfectly without it falling apart, ensuring that it resembles a chrysanthemum once cooked — mainly because the prison entertainment was pitifully scarce, this was his only way to pass the time.
"Should I just go outside and give it a try at least, maybe with a pot?"
Du Chengfeng looked towards the fragile wooden bars that were as substantial as paper to him.
Including the wall behind him, which could be shattered with a punch, yet the kind-hearted Du Chengfeng planned to wait a bit longer.
This was giving the locals an opportunity, and also offering himself a chance to try, while the situation still had room for change, he didn't wish to act too drastically.
