lt;The Pocket Dimens

A large iron pot bubbled with stewing pig trotters, while another large iron pot stood on a three-tiered steamer rack, filled with plump white steamed buns.,At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,Thinking about it, Yan Xiaosi had no choice but to often go to the pond a mile away from the village to catch fish and roast them for eating. So he ran out of the village.。