The temperature inside the cave was slightly higher, and Chen Yan also found some remnants of wild animal fur and rotten leaves here.
He disregarded the dirt and pulled these things over his body, burying himself inside them.
Finally, he took a small bag from his waist, a piece of fabric he had torn from his leather coat earlier.
Upon opening it, there were two fist-sized lumps of black dough inside.
This was what Chen Yan had secretly saved up over the past few days.
The Wooden Bowl was very "kind" to him, and compared to the other slaves, Chen Yan had an extra meal each day, giving him more opportunities to save some food.
Chen Yan had already been quietly planning his escape — even without Du Li, he would have still done it.
The food he had accumulated was only this much.
Chen Yan didn't reserve much and directly ate half of it — he knew very well that he needed to replenish his strength and distance himself from that tribe as quickly as possible.
