There were potato skins piled up next to the sink along with a kitchen knife. There was water in the sink. The colonel was holding tap parts in his hand. The soldier held the ID card for a moment, not knowing where to put it.

An Zhe could only say, “Give it to me.”

After receiving the ID card, it was to send off the guest. At the door, the soldier glanced at the colonel in the kitchen and then An Zhe. He deliberately lowered his voice but due to the loudness, his low voice wasn’t very quiet. “…What is the colonel doing?”

An Zhe stated, “Fixing the tap.”

“The Judge will fix the tap?” The soldier looked at him suspiciously. “Then you and he are…”

“We are now neighbours.”

“What about the past?”

“Before…” An Zhe thought of how they once slept in each other’s beds and said, “We could be considered friends.”

The soldier’s mouth flattened unnaturally. “…Oh.”

He didn’t seem to believe it. It might be that Lu Feng rarely disassembled other people’s taps. An Zhe calmly sent away the soldier. Once An Zhe returned to the kitchen, he saw that the tap had been put back in place.

Lu Feng twisted the sluice. The tap didn’t drip water anymore.

“Wow,” An Zhe exclaimed.

Looking at the tap, he felt that the Judge didn’t always stand superior to others. In addition, this person seemed to know how to do everything.

“You’re so good.”

His voice was soft and charming. The aroma of the potato soup had completely spread out and the room was filled with dense water vapour. Lu Feng calmly replied, “You are also good.”

Once the potato soup was thoroughly cooked, An Zhe divided it into two bowls and served it with two packets of compressed biscuits as a staple. Lu Feng ‘s mood seemed very happy, although An Zhe didn’t know if it was because of the food. He racked his brains to try and get information on the Lighthouse from Lu Feng’s mouth so he asked Lu Feng many questions.

“What are you going to do next?”

“Wait for the arrangement.”

“Will you work in the Twin Towers?’

“Probably.”

“Is the Lighthouse in regular contact with the military?”

“Not often.”

“The doctor who works in the Lighthouse… do you know him well?”

“Not familiar.” Lu Feng’s face was expressionless.

The obvious indifference made An Zhe dismiss the idea of continuing to ask but it would seem more suspicious to stop at this point. Thus, he continued to ask, “The little girl today…”

The next second, Lu Feng glanced at him.

“Don’t ask.” He stated. “In addition, don’t talk at dinner.”