"Where's Lei Yaz?"
Boss Luo brought out some food from the kitchen.
The current time in Undersea City is evening, precisely seven o'clock... There's no such picturesque twilight, and above the city lights is a deep blue, almost black.
"Asleep." The maid quickly came over to help, "After finishing the final adjustments, he fell asleep directly on the Flywheel, probably too exhausted."
"Then let's eat." Boss Luo smiled and took off his apron.
Life still has a sense of ceremony—like Boss Luo's lifestyle.
He dimmed the lights a bit, took out a silver candlestick, and after lighting the candle, Boss Luo pulled out the chair for the maid, inviting her to sit.
Dinner time is perfect for chatting; it can be the day's sights, some thoughts, or dreams about the future... But the shop owner and maid hold no more aspirations for the future.
"Combustible ice?" Boss Luo was just listening to the maid's opinions on magic energy technology.
