Liu Chen's Request. The following day.
Dawn had barely broken.
Jiang Yuechu had yet to wake up when a bout of knocking roused her.
She frowned and pulled the blanket over herself, trying to shut out the irritating sound.
But the person outside seemed to have no intention of calling out, merely knocking again and again.
"..."
Jiang Yuechu abruptly threw off the covers and got out of bed with a dark expression.
Who the hell was looking for her so early in the morning?
After getting dressed, she yanked open the courtyard gate.
The chilly morning wind, laced with a trace of dampness, rushed against her face and cleared some of the fog from her mind.
A familiar figure stood outside.
Dressed in black with crimson patterns, he carried an oil-paper parcel still steaming in one hand and a small jar in the other, presumably soy milk or some other breakfast drink.
It was Liu Chen.
Ever since their chance encounter at the street corner last time, though they both served in the Regional Command, they had not seen each other for quite some time.
When the gate opened, Liu Chen put on a somewhat unnatural smile and held out what he was carrying.
"Miss Jiang... you're up so early?"
Jiang Yuechu yawned and leaned against the doorframe, rather speechless.
"If I remember correctly, you were the one knocking on my door, weren't you?"
"Uh..."
Liu Chen's old face flushed red as he sheepishly withdrew his hand.
"I... I was too presumptuous."
Jiang Yuechu stepped aside and made room for him. "Come in and talk."
The two sat down beside the stone table in the courtyard.
Liu Chen opened the oil-paper parcel, revealing several piping-hot meat buns.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you, ma'am? This shop's buns have thin