"No, staying in this place is one thing, but can we eat something other than rice? Bread with meat pie is fine occasionally, but eating it every day is unbearable."
Li Rui was starting to lose his cool.
Ling Zixiao was a bit surprised: "I didn't expect you to care about this."
"Well, since we're idle now, why not pursue a better quality of life?" Li Rui said.
"Makes sense."
Ling Zixiao said with a smile, "Let's go to the supermarket and see if there's hot pot ingredients. We can make our own hot pot."
"Nice!"
Li Rui jumped up from the sofa.
According to the higher-ups' instructions, the two could only operate in this district of the city. No one knew their identities because the fewer people knew, the less likely they were to be deduced by indirect means from the Prophet.
Technically, they weren't required to stay indoors, since people from the Western Kingdom wouldn't recognize them. But to be safe, they wouldn't go out unless necessary.
