Today's breakfast was rice porridge, but the supply was limited. Li Yan was a step too slow and ended up at the very back of the line. By the time it was his turn, only a little watery broth remained in the pot.
How could that possibly be enough to fill him up?
So, Li Yan had been starving this whole time.
He couldn't take it anymore. He snatched the roasted chicken and began to devour it.
In the past, he would have turned his nose up at such greasy food. But now, he felt it was the most delicious thing in the world; he simply couldn't stop eating.
He was eating so quickly that he started to choke.
An official took out a waterskin and handed it to him.
"Slow down, Fifth Prince."
Once he had eaten and drunk his fill, Li Yan felt like he had come back to life.
He wiped the grease from his mouth and put on the new clothes.
The clothes were soft and warm. The moment he put them on, he felt much warmer.
The official reminded him in a whisper.
