After work, carrying a dinner box in hand.
Walking through the familiar corridors, Hexia returned home, slipped into breathable and comfortable slippers, and lightly settled onto the sofa before giving a slight bounce.
First, she closed her eyes and lay down for a while, then sat up to open the dinner box in front of her, which contained a T6-level vegetable and codfish rice meal she had bought on her way home from work.
Since she came back rather late, Hexia didn't want to spend time cooking and occasionally bought ready-made dinner boxes.
The pan-fried codfish lay quietly in the white compartment, a small amount of sauce beneath, emitting an enticing aroma; the adjacent section held neatly sliced, stir-fried vegetables with parsley, carrots, and eggplant, a burst of vibrant colors.
Sitting alone at the dining table, Hexia lifted her legs lightly, her feet somewhat relaxed on the crossbar below the chair, using chopsticks to eat the still-warm dinner in small bites.
