“Your congee is here, dear customers!”0

The shopkeeper placed the bowls of congee on the table. Heroine Wu glanced up at him and thanked him politely. When the shopkeeper also brought over the boiled eggs and meat buns, she turned to Song You and said, “You ordered so much, you’re really being extravagant.”0

“We’ve reunited after such a long time. Offering only congee would be far too rude,” Song You replied.0

“I quite like the century egg congee here. Back before I left the city, I used to come here often after they started serving it,” Heroine Wu said as she picked up her chopsticks, scooped up a bowl of congee, and began eating. 0

Her movements were brisk, almost as if she hadn’t eaten in ages—or perhaps she simply didn’t feel the heat of the steaming congee. “Still, it’s not as good as what you cook. Mostly because you use more meat.”0

“Where have you been these days?”0

“I traveled far, and I had some loose ends to tie up.”0

“I thought you might have been caught up in the aftermath,” Song You said, his tone probing.0

“Not that easily.” Heroine Wu straightened up, looked around casually, and then set her chopsticks down. 0

Picking up a boiled egg, she cracked it against the table, peeling it as she spoke nonchalantly, “We were careful. My work for her was always done in secret....0