The next day.
Qin Gengyun struggled to open his eyes.
Although he had rested for a night, he still felt soreness in his waist and knees, his whole body weak.
It seems that the dual cultivation in recent days was indeed excessive, leaving his body somewhat deficient.
Tonight he must take a good rest.
Qin Gengyun turned over, finding that there was no one beside him.
Did Taoist Friend Qiu go out?
Qin Gengyun got out of bed and saw that the table was already laid with soy milk and fried dough sticks, as well as buns and eggs.
This abundant?
In the past, when Qiu Zhihe went to buy breakfast, it was usually just one variety. Today, for some reason, she had bought so many.
On the table was also a note with neat handwriting:
"I went to buy groceries."
Qin Gengyun couldn't help but smile; it was the first time he saw Qiu Zhihe's handwriting, and it was so beautiful.
He carefully tucked the note into his bosom.
Only then did he sit down to eat breakfast.
