Wei'en went out holding a black umbrella with Miss Zombie at his side. With plenty of time before work, he first headed to the upscale shop he'd patronized the day before to buy some groceries.
"Welcome, sir, la… uh, lady."
An attendant in a black-and-white jacket respectfully opened the door, his gaze drawn to Shawa's face.
'Such a slender, well-mannered lady, yet she's blind... And what's more, she has clear marks of abuse on her. What a pity.'
Wei'en didn't notice the attendant's expression, much less his thoughts. If he had, he'd have surely zapped him with a Lightning Arrow to clear his head.
He was engrossed in putting together the ingredients for breakfast.
A few unidentifiable eggs.
Potatoes? A bag of those.
This is a cut of Deep Sea snow fish. A piece this big is only 10 shillings; I'll get one to try…
There was also barley bread—not the rock-hard stuff like black bread, but something more like sliced sandwich bread, which the shop called "Haisi."
