A few hours later, the two regathered after Fu Hao Xin had taken care of a few things he needed to do, and were now seated in the table in Fu Hao Xin's old home, a fire crackling in the pit, and a warm pot of soup being shared between them. It was all simple fares, mainly composed of mountain vegetables and a boar that Fu Hao Xin had hunted.
"Sorry if it's a bit bland, there aren't any spices left in the home."
