Zhang Rongfang sat upright on the first floor of the inn.
In the hall, a few people were already sparsely seated.
Some were having breakfast, while others were outside, casually smoking their pipes.
Before long, bowls of freshly simmered thick soup were brought to the tables.
Next, prepared bags of dry food were distributed among the people present.
The waiter held a notebook, distributing the portions of dry food to different individuals.
Soon, both the soup and a bag of dry food were placed in front of Zhang Rongfang.
He looked at the steaming hot soup, with green onions, minced meat, fatty oil bubbles, and a faint aroma of chili powder wafting to his nose.
He also opened the bag of dry food, checked it, and nodded in satisfaction.
Inside, everything had been cut into small cubes just as he requested.
He tied up the bag of dry food, let his eyes wander, and promptly located Feng Lu and Feng Xin.
The two pretty children caught his glance and returned sweet smiles.
