A woman was busy in front of the fireplace, her back to the door.
The air was filled with the aroma of oats and meat pies.
So Ms. Cassandra got up this early every day.
"Galen? Heading out so early? Just a moment, breakfast will be ready soon." Hearing the noise, Ms. Cassandra turned around and smiled warmly.
"All right, sorry for the trouble." Seeing this, He Xi sat down on a stool in the living room, planning to eat breakfast before going back to sleep.
Soon, Ms. Cassandra brought over a steaming bowl of oatmeal and two meat pies.
"Meat pies again..." He Xi grumbled inwardly.
After eating them for several days straight, he had to admit that, while they tasted good, he was getting a little tired of them.
It seemed Ms. Cassandra had a fairly fixed menu. Aside from the bread she occasionally bought, her specialty meat pies were the only staple.
Fortunately, she served something different each day alongside them, like oatmeal or bean porridge. There was enough variety to keep things interesting.
As he drank his oatmeal, he said, "Ms. Cassandra, I'm not heading out. I just got back."
"Oh, is that so? Adventurers really do have it tough." Ms. Cassandra understood and turned back toward the kitchen.
"It's not so bad. You get up this early to make breakfast every day, so you work hard, too. By the way, don't call me for lunch. I want to get a good night's sleep. Please let Zoya know I probably won't wake up until the afternoon."
Her voice came from the kitchen. "All right, I'll let her know. Rest easy. No one will disturb you."
A little while later, Ms. Cassandra brought over a golden fried egg and set it in front of him.
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