"Burp~"
Zhang Suannai burped, cradled her stomach, and craned her neck to peer outside the private room. "Do they have any rice broth? I want a bowl... Oh, Chen Shu and Qingqing make steamed rice at home every day now, so I've gotten into the habit of drinking a bowl of rice broth after meals."
"A bowl of rice broth," the Group Leader called outside.
"How considerate." Zhang Suannai turned to the puzzled Unknown Person. "Oh, you didn't know? The two of them and I are neighbors now."
"Didn't you... used to argue all the time?" Unknown Person chose his words carefully.
"We still argue all the time." Zhang Suannai curled her lip, utterly unconcerned. "That doesn't get in the way."
"True."
Chen Shu nodded in agreement.
After a pause, he changed tack. "With a brain like Zhang Suannai's, anyone who spends time with her can't help taking shots at her."
Zhang Suannai burped again and couldn't be bothered to respond.
Her tolerance had risen considerably. A little slander like that could no longer make her angry. In fact, Chen Shu had gone so easy on her that she felt she'd come out ahead.
"Rice broth's here..."
"Over here!"
Zhang Suannai raised her hand.
The Group Leader got up to pay the bill. When he returned, Zhang Suannai was drinking her rice broth. "Once we're done, let's head home. I still need to take Nameless to give the military and the Royal Family a report on what happened before."
"Sure."
"Oh, right..."
Unknown Person glanced at them and asked tentatively, "Do any of you know about the struggle for the Origin?"
"What?" The Group Leader froze. "The struggle for the Origin?"
"What do you mean?" Young Master Xuanzhen asked, then glanced at the Group Leader. "Even you don't know?"
"No."