Early the next morning, as the sunlight arrived on schedule, Gongyang Ying stepped out of her room without having slept well.
By then, Sikong Jing had already taken his seat at the same stone table as the day before. Seeing her come out with a weary face, he smiled and said, "Good morning, Miss Gongyang. I have had breakfast prepared for you. Please, have a seat."
Gongyang Ying stared at Sikong Jing with an expressionless face, trying to read the war situation of Wuwang City from his countenance.
But she could not see through him at all.
Eventually, she sat down with insouciant grace, wanting to ask but feeling too anxious, she held herself back. Picking up her chopsticks, she took a piece of tofu and put it in her mouth. It melted instantly, the taste exceptional!
Gongyang Ying couldn't help but praise, "This tofu is excellent. Seems that even among the Soul Stealers, there are those with such culinary skills."
Her words were sincere.
