The afternoon went by quickly, and the sky had grown dark.
Qiao Xiaomai had chopped more than ten taels of pork belly, supplemented with glass noodles bought from Tong Sanlang at Jiji House, and cooked a large pot of stew.
The pork belly was tender and fragrant, and the glass noodles soaked up the meat's flavour, matching their softness and fragrance. Everyone in the courtyard raved about the food.
Compared to the meal we had at noon, this was truly the work of a master chef!
After dinner, it was completely dark.
Everyone returned home. In secret, Tong Sanlang took a knife and an oil lamp and left the courtyard with Qiao Xiaomai.
Once they were sure no one was following, they promptly changed direction and began climbing the mountain.
The night was moonless, and the wind blew strong.
It was very quiet.
Tong Sanlang, an adept, had footsteps as light as a cat's, which made Qiao Xiaomai's footsteps seem rather heavy.
