Upon waking up in the morning, as usual, Li Xin instinctively reached for an empty space. He went on to wash and have breakfast, enjoying everything Christie had prepared, feeling a sense of living an ordinary life.
The dice rolled: Ma Liu is Alain Ducasse.
The dice wobbled, resulting in an invalid verdict.
After breakfast, he washed the dishes, closed the door, called a carriage, and returned to the inn. Before he even reached the stairs, he saw the worried face of Dragon Mother. "Young Master Xin, can that really not be used?"
She looked around and whispered, "It's very expensive."
Li Xin also looked around nervously, "It really can't be used. It's currently classified, can't be disclosed, and anyway, it can't be used. Tell David as well."
"I went to find him last night. That bastard David, he's just a second-hand dealer. He doesn't use it himself," Dragon Mother said through gritted teeth. "I've already taught him a lesson!"
