This was a stretch of ocean far from any shipping lanes. Though not too far from the port, it was remarkably calm.
At this very moment, a merchant ship was moored on these waters.
Wu Liangchen sat in the captain's cabin, eating as he observed the surrounding sea.
The spread on the table was sumptuous.
Although the ship had previously docked, its cold storage was still packed with ingredients.
There were even many precious, all-natural ingredients among them.
This food was originally reserved for Xiong Tianzong and his men, but now it had become Wu Liangchen's spoils of war.
Song Ling'Er watched quietly from the side. Whenever Wu Liangchen finished a dish, she would immediately step forward, clear the empty plate, and replace it with a fresh one.
Wu Liangchen didn't stop her. He knew the girl was full of gratitude and had been wanting to do something to repay him.
Now that they finally had a chance to breathe, he let her be.
