"No worries, I was so drunk after returning that I passed out and just woke up. My head still hurts a bit now."
Jason said, deliberately rubbing his temples.
"Then, Master Mu, please get plenty of rest."
"We'll meet at the Martial Arts Street Square in three days."
Chen Tong finished speaking and cupped his hands in farewell.
"See you in three days."
After Jason returned the gesture, Chen Tong and his two companions turned and left.
Jason didn't go back immediately; he watched their backs until they disappeared, then turned to head back to the kitchen.
On the small square table, new soy milk had been prepared, and buns once again filled the plate.
Jason sat down, casually tossed the invitation card on the table, and picked up the soy milk.
"Master, do we have to attend?"
The young girl hesitated as she saw the invitation.
"Yes."
Jason nodded.
"Then you must be careful."
"That Chen Tong harbors ill intentions."
The girl said.
"How do you know?"
