Waking up from a deep sleep, it was already six o'clock the next morning. Zhang Yang found himself lying on a comfortable double bed, with his clothes and shoes neatly placed.
Zhang Yang sat up, stayed calm for a few seconds, and slowly recalled last night's events. He only remembered the fresh fish soup laid down by Brother Cheng, hand-pulled noodles served afterwards, and himself having a bowl of noodles.
As for how he left the dining table and how he got back to the room and lay down, the rest was completely a blur.
He got up, dressed, washed his face, and then finally stepped out of the room.
Looking around, he realized he had slept in one of the row of rooms behind the restaurant.
"Hey, awake now? Feeling fuzzy in the head? Breakfast's ready. Have some porridge to adjust!" Brother Yan was still wearing that ordinary training outfit and had evidently gotten up early.
