In the evening, Yang Xiao arrived on time for the meeting, still at the underground training ground. However, unlike before, he smelled a fragrance as soon as he stepped out of the elevator.
The usually dim underground training ground was unusually bright tonight, with several lights on. Not far from the iron door of the secret room, a table was set up.
It was a folding wooden table, on which lay plates of meat and vegetables. In the center, there was an electric stove with a hot pot on top, the pre-boiled soup bubbling with steam.
Yang Xiao suddenly understood why Lu Youdao had instructed him not to eat before coming; it seemed he was being invited for a meal, specifically hot pot.
Beside the table, two small wooden stools were placed. A slightly stooped figure was bustling around the table, opening boxes of meat and vegetables and pouring them into plates.
Yang Xiao didn't disturb him and walked closer step by step until he was near before speaking, "Mr. Lu, I'm here."
