Qin Huai and Zhao Cheng'an walked into Fen Garden and headed to the dining room like they knew the place well. The dining room was empty, with only one table left; all the other tables had been put away. It was clear Fen Garden really hadn't been doing much business lately.
Xia Mubing wasn't in the dining room, so he was definitely in the kitchen. The two of them headed toward the kitchen again. Sure enough, the kitchen door was open, the smell of food drifting out. From the sound of it, Xia Mubing should be frying something.
Smelling the aroma of food, Zhao Cheng'an instantly stopped pretending to be full, even his hiccups were gone. He ran in cheerfully: "Xia Sheng, what delicious thing are you making? It's not mealtime, is it?"
