After resting enough, everyone dispersed and went to find vehicles to leave.
Mu Cheng and her group also found a car and drove out of the city.
The route they had originally planned was clearly no longer usable. With so many people leaving the city, if they got stuck in another traffic jam, they might not be able to get out even by nightfall.
So Cheng Jiang gave new orders: instead of leaving via the city roads, they would switch to the national highway.
The car drove along the national highway smoothly without any obstruction. Right now, it seemed everyone was still in the city trying to get onto the expressway, while the national highway was relatively empty, with only a few vehicles in sight.
This also proved that Cheng Jiang had a good head on his shoulders. Of course, Mu Cheng wasn’t surprised at all.
Although she hadn’t participated in many things in her previous life, she knew very well that without a sharp mind, Cheng Jiang wouldn’t have been able to make this group of people follow him loyally—or eventually seize the position of city lord himself.
The convoy headed straight toward Yang City, and no one mentioned stopping to rest.
At noon, Mu Cheng used her backpack as cover and took out several steaming buns from her space. She first handed a few to Wang Xintong, then ate together with Tang Nuo.
As for the other two girls, she completely ignored them. Her kindness was only for those close to her—never for outsiders.
Seeing Mu Cheng pull hot buns out of her bag, Tang Nuo wasn’t surprised at all. Although she said nothing, he knew she had become different—she had many secrets now. He was curious about them, but he never tried to pry, because he knew only by doing so could he stay by her side.
Wang Xintong took the buns and looked at Mu Cheng in front with surprise. “They’re hot.”
“Don’t you know there’s something called a self-heating pack?” Mu Cheng replied, not forgetting to roll her eyes at her.
Although self-heating packs did exist, and Mu Cheng had collected quite a few in her space, she wasn’t using those. She had just had a sudden idea and thought of using spiritual power to heat food.
So she tried it on the road—and it actually worked. These buns had been made days ago; earlier, she had simply used her spiritual power to heat them on a gas stove.
“No wonder you didn’t want to take out your bag to share,” Chen Xue said sourly, trying to get Mu Cheng’s attention.
After all, compared to biscuits and bread, hot buns were much more delicious.
Mu Cheng didn’t even spare her a glance. While eating her bun, she said to Wang Xintong, “Xintong, I don’t have many buns in my bag. I can only give you three each time, so you must treasure them.”
This was a warning for Wang Xintong not to share them with others.
“Mm-mm! Thank you, Xiao Cheng,” Wang Xintong nodded, immediately understanding her meaning and suppressing her intention to give one each to Chen Xue and Wang Xin.
The buns were truly delicious—besides pickled vegetables, there was beef inside, big chunks of beef. Every bite was incredibly satisfying.
Seeing Wang Xintong eating happily, Chen Xue and Wang Xin felt extremely upset. But they still had some pride and didn’t ask Mu Cheng for any—they just took out biscuits and ate them instead.
“Awuu!” Little Jiu let out a dissatisfied howl. Everyone had food, but it had none—did Xiao Chengcheng not know it would also get hungry?
Mu Cheng lowered her head and met Little Jiu’s aggrieved eyes, immediately understanding that the little thing was hungry too. She reached into her backpack and quickly pulled out a bag of beef jerky.
“Eat up. It’s packaged, but it tastes good.”
Hearing that it wasn’t freshly made, Little Jiu immediately looked displeased. But seeing how deliciously Mu Cheng was eating her buns, it still couldn’t resist and took a bite.
Mm—delicious.
After tasting it, Little Jiu immediately realized this wasn’t ordinary packaged jerky—it was the meat she had made last night. So it immediately started eating happily.