"Come to my place. I bought plenty of ingredients today. I can make you some noodles."
Xu Yuan spoke.
"Is it far?" Lu Yiyi asked.
"Through the alley behind us, and you're at the Archaeologists’ Residential Compound. But if you come to my place alone, would that be—" Xu Yuan trailed off.
That had been a little rash.
She was a sick young woman with no family or friends here. How could he casually invite her home for dinner?
For basic safety reasons alone, she would never agree.
"Sorry. Forget I said that. We can find somewhere else. The clay pot rice place next door looks good," Xu Yuan said.
"It's fine. Let's go to your place." Lu Yiyi seemed interested.
"Huh?"
"There shouldn't be anyone else there, and it's quieter, right?"
"...That's true."
"Let's go."
"All right."
Xu Yuan pushed her wheelchair through streets and alleys, and before long they entered the Family Housing Compound.
They took the elevator up.
They went inside.
"Sit here for a while. I'll make the noodles," Xu Yuan said.
"Mm. Don't worry about me," Lu Yiyi said.
"Are noodles okay?"
"Sure."
It was already past eight, nearly nine.
Dinnertime was almost over.
According to his mother, this girl hadn't eaten lunch.
He had to hurry!
Xu Yuan rushed into the kitchen, lit the stove, boiled water, chopped scallions, smashed ginger, cracked eggs, and sliced up a plate of the braised dishes he had bought. His hands flew.
Lu Yiyi wheeled herself around the apartment, looking here and there.
Suddenly.
A shadow emerged from thin air and whispered:
"Commandery Princess, we've caught several suspicious-looking people."
"Who are they?" Lu Yiyi asked.
"They seem to belong to some underground organization. They were watching this apartment from outside—and they were armed," the shadow said.
Ordinarily, Lu