He could see Chen Qing had great potential and sincerely wanted to befriend him.
In the end, Chen Qing declined Wu Tieshan's invitation to stay for a meal and returned to the Fishery.
As dusk fell, the small courtyard of the Fishery was enveloped in tranquility.
Chen Qing had just sat cross-legged in his room to regulate his breathing for a moment when a soft knock came from the door.
"Steward Chen?"
It was Lin Xue's voice, tinged with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.
Chen Qing opened his eyes. "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and Lin Xue walked in carefully, carrying a ceramic bowl.
Steam wafted from the bowl, and the rich, savory aroma of fish soup instantly filled the small room.
"Steward Chen."
Lin Xue placed the bowl gently on the table, her hands clasped together awkwardly. "I... I made some soup with the Silver Thread Fish we caught today. I thought since you just got back and have been training hard, something warm would help you warm up."
