The next morning, Li Zheng was drawn out of his dreams by the rich aroma of food. Opening his eyes, he saw that Mirel was already busy at the stove, with several plates of steaming breakfast on a low table nearby that he had no idea where they found.
"Hmm... the smell of soy milk?" Li Zheng sniffed the air and showed a surprised expression, because there were no beans in his food supply.
"You're awake?" Mirel, hearing the commotion, turned and said, "Get up and wash up, breakfast will be ready soon."
Li Zheng jumped off the bed, casually grabbing his washing tools, and curiously asked, "Where did you get the beans to make soy milk?"
"Where are we?" Mirel responded nonchalantly.
Li Zheng, brushing his teeth, mumbled, "The Outer City."
