Shang Xin Lei deliberately placed the fish-fragrant shredded pork, minced pork with eggplant, and fried tofu in front of Yan Qing. Nothing looked particularly special, but they smelled delicious and perfect with rice. Having just finished training, Yan Qing couldn't help salivating.
These days, Yan Qing had been constantly practicing Secret Techniques. Even though he could use the Secret Technique Research Book to max them out with money, without prolonged training sufficient to turn them into bodily instincts, all those techniques would remain mere armchair theories.
Actually, with Yan Qing's background as a single-player Brahmin, he should have been too lazy to do anything at all. Unfortunately, he had achieved the Martial Arts Genius milestone on a whim, so little Yan Qing's life had been thoroughly ruined. He had become a pitiful creature who felt as if ants were crawling all over him if he failed to train three times a day. The endorphins and dopamine produced while exercising could even rival the happiness he felt when gaming.
While Shang Xin Lei arranged the dishes, Yan Qing also scooped out two bowls of steamed rice. Then the two of them sat down to eat. The Thieves' Den was so quiet that the only sounds were wooden chopsticks touching white porcelain bowls and plates.
After Shang Xin Lei had caused trouble last time, they had been eating together for quite a few days. Yet for some reason, the atmosphere had become completely different from before. Shang Xin Lei no longer chattered away, and Yan Qing naturally never brought up a topic either.
The two of them had become very careful about keeping their distance from each other. Physical contact almost never happened, and whenever their eyes met, they immediately looked away, as if staring for one moment longer would make them