His Beloved Ex-Wife

Chapter 686 Have Lysander See Him Anew

Lunch was an ordeal.

Meanwhile, Lysander was quite experienced in such matters. “You can eat like this,” she said, placing at napkin under her bowl for support.

Josiah mimicked her, finally able to sit somewhat straight, though still uncomfortable. Luckily, he wasn’t in a suit today, or his attire would have been ruined by the dusty ground.

The owner noticed the plight. While preparing another batch of soup, he brought over a table. “You folks must be tourists. If you’re uncomfortable, just let me know. I do have tables, you know.”

The arrival of this table couldn’t have been more timely.

Josiah and Lysander spoke in unison. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” the owner replied, resuming his position by the boiling pot. He continued chatting as he worked.

“I’ve seen quite a few tourists lately, but you, young man, are the tallest I’ve seen. Must be from the big city. Here to look at properties?”

Lysander stayed silent while Josiah answered, “We heard this place might be developed into a mansion. district, so we came to check it out.

“Listen to me, don’t buy property here,” the owner warned with a cynical smile. “The place is full of bad vibes and bad geomancy. This is not the place, especially for young couples like you, looking for a happy marital home.”

Josiah gently touched his nose before he glanced at Lysander, who remained impassive. He then explained, “We’re not looking for a marital home.”

“Not a marital home?” The owner eyed them, his expression suddenly understanding. “I get it, looking for a vacation home, right? The scenery here is indeed great, perfect for a honeymoon.”

on a honeymoon either,” Josiah said. “And

chuckled. “Dressed like that, and you’re not a couple?”

their matching hoodies, realizing the issue might be their clothes.

the first practical, season- appropriate items

a couple in matching outfits,

hand, had a conversation with the owner. It seemed as though his visit to the town was genuinely to experience the local culture and

wear them. At our age, who cares about such things? Plus, we’re always working. So, they get dirty quickly,” the owner complained, though his tone was filled with

“You two must have a great

bad, the owner said with a grin. “We’ve been together since we were young. There are prettier and gentler women, but she’s

asked, “Where’s your wife now?”

noon. We take turns running the shop. She was up since two in the morning to prepare the sheep offal broth. If she doesn’t catch up on sleep, her

“Up at two in the morning?”

had been brisk lately, getting up so early seemed excessive, practically akin

nature of the food business. We’re fortunate, though. The bakery stall owner down the street gets up at this hour every day to

Josiah asked, “So you don’t usually start

shop by four in the morning. That’s the perfect time to get fresh sheep offal from the butcher. Our sheep offal never sits overnight.

few days, Josiah’s understanding of the world had been profoundly reshaped.

soup, they headed back to the hotel. The sky had darkened significantly compared to when they first left. Despite

quickened her pace, with Josiah

his mind, he

talker either, so they walked