The rough pancake exuded a sour sweat. Having been in the tomb for a long time, the coarse cake was soaked by sweat and became dry. After also being soaked in water, it barely maintained its shape, but the taste was no longer delightful. However, the disciples were extremely hungry and each snatched one to eat.
Soon they finished eating quickly and still felt it was delicious, repeatedly asking Xu Hu if there was more in stock. Xu Hu joked and scolded them, criticized the disciples for a while, finished the coarse cake in his hand, patted his body, and looked around for more.
Xu Hu was a straightforward man, not meticulous in finding people. He just looked around and shouted with his big mouth. In such a muddled way, he didn't even know where he was going. Suddenly, a disciple trembled all over and begged, "Elder Xu... it's not clean here, let's... go!"
