"Biaozi? What are you doing in... Longchao Pavilion?"
After working for several hours in the treasure vault of the mirage last night, Sister Tong was utterly exhausted. Lacking the energy to haggle with Old Master Du over a one-nine profit split, she had chased him out of her room and hurried over to the sofa to sleep.
Sleeping straight until late morning, Sister Tong stretched lazily as she walked out of her room, only to see Biaozi sitting face-to-face with Old Master Du in the main hall of Longchao Pavilion. Suspiciously, she went outside to glance at the plaque of Longchao Pavilion just to confirm she was indeed still inside the building.
She must have been truly groggy from sleep—Old Master Du and Biaozi eating "breakfast" together was a positively bizarre sight.
Two cats sharing Old Master Du's expired, low-grade cat food.
Why was it the low-grade cat food that Old Master Du usually used only to stave off starvation?
Because a guest like Biaozi, from whom not a single tuft of wool could be plucked, wasn't worthy of Old Master Du bringing out anything of higher value to entertain him.
Chapter 113