The next day, Gu Chengyu woke up very early.
The two steamed buns he bought at the examination hall last night weren't even finished, and there was still some jerky left. Gu Chengyu planned to heat these up, adding clear water into the little red clay stove with charcoal, he could cook a pot.
He was really tired of eating dry food these past few days and wanted to have something more fluid.
Gu Chengyu cooked a fragrant meat stew, which stirred the cravings of the fellow candidates still writing diligently.
"Gulp!" A candidate swallowed his saliva. He had been writing since yesterday, and had only eaten a steamed bun at night. By now, he was famished.
After thinking about the exam questions all night, he had only solved two problems by today. What was he to do? With such difficult questions, how could someone still eat so comfortably?
The candidate slightly extended his head and thought the smell was coming from the inside row of the opposite line.
