The man in white nodded. "Judging by your expression, it must be pretty good, right?"
Tantai Xue nodded. "It is. But this little shop seems to be targeted. You should be careful eating here."
Hearing this, the man in white sat down and said, "Well, I have some power of my own. I'm not too worried about being targeted."
Then, he asked Song Qing for two flatbreads.
He tried one and found it was indeed quite good.
He then asked if they had any congee.
Tantai Xue poured him a cup of tea. "They don't have anything here but flatbread."
"That's a real shame," the man in white said, disappointed.
Tantai Xue paid him no mind and went back to eating her flatbread.
She would occasionally ask Song Qing a few questions, like how the shop was being targeted and what kind of trouble they faced.
She also asked if the shop could stay in business.
Song Qing only had a vague understanding, saying he knew very little about it all. For now, he was just focused on doing his job.
