When he woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.
Zheng Fan sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his forehead with his left hand, his gaze still holding some fatigue from the remaining side effects of the "mind-bending drug."
At this moment, Ke's voice came from the doorway:
"Lord Zheng, do you want some lunch?"
Zheng Fan ended his contemplation, and with a somewhat hoarse voice, said:
"Something light."
"Alright, I understand, my lord."
After washing, Zheng Fan walked to the front hall.
On the table were a few light dishes and a bowl of plain noodles.
To prepare these dishes in such a short time, Ke was indeed remarkable.
Zheng Fan picked up the noodle bowl and, while eating, asked:
"Did Siniang return last night?"
"In response to Lord Zheng, she returned but left again in the morning."
Zheng Fan nodded.
He didn't eat much and soon put down his chopsticks, walking alone to the backyard.
