Breakfast.
After accompanying the red-boiled eggs with two pancakes, Jiang Yuan cleaned his hands, changed his clothes in the changing room, and entered the autopsy room where incense had been lit. He bowed to Lord Guan and then began his day's work.
Life on business trips with Master Wu Jun was just like that—mundane, dull, yet wonderful.
Speaking of which, the sense of ceremony demanded by Master Wu Jun could be somewhat troublesome, but on the other hand, the autopsy room with the master present felt warmer.
The red-boiled eggs were cooked just right, each one with a soft center. The handmade pancakes were both thin and glossy; when used to wrap Baukjian, a hint of red could be seen through them, not to mention the tasty pickles made by the master himself.
With his belly full and his thirst quenched, Jiang Yuan felt warm and comfortable in his stomach even when touching the bones.
The main task for the day was bone feeling.
