Everyone was exhausted. They all went to wash up and hit the sack, no more funny business!
「June 24th.」
At eleven o'clock in the morning, the sun was high in the sky.
This was the latest Zhang Beixing had gotten up since his rebirth.
He climbed out of bed, the aroma of food drifting in from the courtyard enticing him.
Zhang Beixing dressed, brushed his teeth, and washed up, then casually strolled into the kitchen. Seeing a woman busy by the stove, he asked, "Auntie, what delicious dish are you making? It's so fragrant that it woke me from my sleep. By that smell, are you stewing pork knuckles?"
"Haha, yes, I am. I figured, after you and Ah Yi risked your necks last night fighting terrorists—even though it turned out to be a misunderstanding—you both must be tired. You both worked hard, so I had to make something special to reward you. Go wash your hands; the meal will be ready soon!"
"Alright, thanks, Auntie!" Zhang Beixing said cheerily and scampered off to wash his hands.
