Jiang Siming successfully mooched a meal off the old man before heading back.
The Ice Beauty personally saw him out.
Jiang Siming could feel that the Ice Beauty's attitude toward him seemed to have changed quite a bit.
She just hadn't shown it.
Back in his own courtyard, he comfortably rested and went to sleep.
Early the next morning, Jiang Siming was awakened by a guard.
"Mr. Jiang, it's time to get up. Kang is waiting for you to have breakfast."
"Alright, I'll be right there."
Before long, Jiang Siming woke from his sleep. He had gone to the Three Kingdoms again the previous night, and about a year had already passed inside.
He estimated that with another year, his Great Ming Dynasty would undergo a qualitative leap.
The courtyard of Kang's residence, where the guard led him, was actually even plainer than Jiang Siming's.
When Jiang Siming arrived, Kang was reading the newspaper on the sofa. Seeing Jiang Siming come in, he set it down and asked:
"How was it? Was it comfortable sleeping here for the first time? This place isn't as luxurious as your Shanghai Manor."
"It was great. I've always slept well. Besides, this place is already quite nice. Young people don't need to be so particular," Jiang Siming replied.
Kang smiled, amiably put down the newspaper, and rose to his feet. "Let's go. After breakfast, you'll have to serve as my translator."
"No problem. After all, it's hard to turn someone down after eating their food," Jiang Siming joked.
Kang laughed and invited Jiang Siming inside to eat.
When they entered the dining room, Jiang Siming discovered that Kang's wife was there too.
"Xiao Jiang, you're here! Sit down quickly. Breakfast will be ready soon." Kang's wife was extremely kind, making Jiang Siming feel a