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Xiao Ruo searched all around the thatched hut and couldn't find an oil lamp anywhere, so she immediately concluded that this Nesting Witch God didn't use oil lamps. After all, he went to sleep as soon as the sky got dark—what would he need a lamp for?
Thinking again of the Nesting Witch God's earlier "I already ate this morning," she couldn't help muttering to her own man, "This Nesting Witch God really doesn't take mortal incense offerings—worthy of being called a god!"
Fu Hanwen pressed his lips together and chuckled.
Xiao Ruo turned around, went back to the carriage to fetch an oil lamp, then came in and set out the food from the lunchbox on the table.
Over on his side, Yuan Bao called a few times outside the Nesting Witch God's door and got no response. A bit discouraged, he came back into the main room. "Old Master Chao really sleeps like a log."
"Then keep calling." Xiao Ruo said without even thinking.
