Shangguan Xuanyi felt that he had just gone to sleep when he heard the watchman's voice.
Between sleep and wakefulness, he seemed to find the watchman's voice familiar, like he had heard it somewhere before. However, it sounded slightly different from what he remembered. This thought flashed across his mind and quickly dissipated, and as lethargy took over him, he went back to sleep.
The next morning, Shangguan Xuanyi got up and went to the kitchen with a bag of flour and a basket of vegetables and eggs in tow.
Mrs. Ma was startled to see Shangguan Xuanyi in the kitchen. "Master, why are you here? If you want to eat something, just send a maid to pass the message to me."
"It's alright, I'm going to make a bowl of noodles."
Hearing this, Mrs. Ma almost dropped her jaw. She hurriedly said, "Which noodles do you fancy, Master? Let me do it!"
"No need, this is none of your business. You can leave." Shangguan Xuanyi dismissed her outright.