Duan Rong had just finished chatting with Xiao Yu about some information he discovered when a rustling sound came from the other end of the secret room.
Xiao Yu stood up immediately and crouched, somewhat nervously gripping the hilt of her sword.
Duan Rong said, "It's okay. It's Yang Zhen."
Although Xiao Yu's hand didn't leave the hilt, her tense body noticeably relaxed a little.
After a while, following the sound of footsteps, a figure walked out, and sure enough, it was Yang Zhen.
Yang Zhen placed a basket covered with cotton cloth in front of the three of them and said, "Beef soup and flatbread."
Duan Rong immediately opened the basket and saw a black ceramic pot inside. He picked it up and smelled it, it was indeed the beef soup he had been thinking about all day.
Duan Rong looked at Zhu Xiaoqi and said, "Xiaoqi, bowls!"
While Zhu Xiaoqi was hiding here alone, Yang Zhen only prepared her some baked buns and plain water. She hadn't had anything hot for days.
