"What is that sound!" Song Qian reacted with a reflex-like vigilance, searching for the source of the sound while casting a puzzled look at An Yang with one eye. "Is it a system notification tone, or is a new person coming?"
"It's just a knock on the door," An Yang said helplessly.
"A knock on the door?" Song Qian was somewhat perplexed. Could there be knocking in a place like this? Yet he didn't see any door!
"Yes," An Yang said.
At this moment, the sound continued to come from—
"Knock, knock, knock..."
"Daoist An Yang, dinner is ready! Do you want to eat?" Huang Lan's somewhat indistinct voice came through, obviously with something in her mouth.
"This voice... sounds so familiar." Song Qian immediately frowned, then looked at An Yang. "What did she call you? Some kind of Daoist? That should be your name, right? Uh, don't tell me this is the reason you kept saying you were in a hurry?"
"Yeah, my wife has already made dinner. Would you like to join us for a bite?" An Yang said very calmly.
"Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Song Qian rubbed his hands with some embarrassment. "Still, it's been a really long time since I had a proper meal. The stuff those Americans eat is simply not fit for humans. Since you're so warmly insistent, Senior, I won't stand on ceremony with you anymore. It's a good chance to make friends. If we run into each other during missions in the future, we can look out for each other."
An Yang looked at him with an aching expression. After a long while, he simply and decisively waved a hand: "In your dreams!"
Song Qian felt his vision go dark, and then he lost consciousness.
He was jolted awake by a