A while later, Li Qiye finished his second piece and reached for the third but the old man immediately swatted his hand away and grabbed the pan.

“Is this really necessary?” Li Qiye couldn’t help but smile: “It was only two potatoes.”

“Yes, they’re my meals for the next two days.” The old man didn’t show any mercy at all and held onto the pan as if Li Qiye was about to rob him. His miser appearance was quite amusing.

“So you still care about something, such as a meal. If you don’t do at least this much, it’ll be really waiting for death without a care in the world.” Li Qiye smiled.

“Waiting for death isn’t the same as starving to death.” The old man peeled another potato and ate it slowly. He was very respectful towards his food, not wanting to waste the smallest crumb.

“That’s true.”...