The night was eerily misty.
The moon, like a shy maiden, hid behind layers of dark clouds.
In the dead of night, the wind started to blow.
"Whoosh—"
"Whoosh—"
The wind swept through the courtyard of Juxia Building, howling through the silent, pitch-black corridor, then hit the wall of the side room head-on.
Before going to sleep, Xia Yu felt the air was stifling, a sign of a midnight storm. So, before resting, he made sure to close the doors and windows tightly. In this way, the fierce wind was kept outside the house.
This could be said to be the first time in half a month that Xia Yu slept soundly without choosing to sneak into the system's space for overtime work.
After the Food War, he stayed up several consecutive nights to thoroughly understand Wei Zhong's "Three Steams in One" recipe. Otherwise, how could he strike a blow that hits the heart?
