It must be said, this constable's attitude was much warmer than the usual person delivering meals, and the dishes he brought seemed particularly lavish.
The rune discreetly glanced at Lu Qing, and when their eyes met, understanding dawned. He stepped forward, picked up the soups and broths pushed in by the man, and placed them in front of Lu Qing.
Outside the bars, the meal-delivering constable was dawdling, fiddling with the food box, his eyes constantly sneaking glances at Lu Qing.
Lu Qing calmly picked up the bowl of hot soup in front of him. The soup was truly hot, and even though it wasn't exactly cool in the prison, steam still rose from the bowl.
Such hot soup couldn't be drunk immediately, so Lu Qing scooped some with a spoon and blew on it leisurely.
