The sun was setting in the west, and the clouds were a fiery red.
The sizzling sound of hot oil being stir-fried echoed from the courtyard.
Chen Mu held the spatula and rhythmically stir-fried the bright green vegetables, ensuring that each piece of vegetable was heated evenly.
Under the grape trellis, beside the stone table, Jiejia sat calmly and composed.
There was a pile of broken silver in front of him, and he was rubbing the silver beads one by one.
Chen Mu placed the food on the table: "Does every top assassin have a few strange hobbies?"
He simply couldn't understand why people would roll loose silver into beads.
Jie Jia ignored Chen Mu completely, quickened his pace, and rolled all the loose silver into beads and hid them in his sleeve.
He got up to wash his hands, took out
