But the other side seemed quite enduring.
Guard?!
Zhuge Rui's hard-suppressed anger flared up again.
"Waiter, another serving of these to go."
"Alright."
"Does Lord Chu only indulge in eating, drinking, and having fun?" Zhuge Rui suppressed his anger once more.
Chu Ming did not respond, continuing to eat the dishes.
When the second serving wrapped in oil paper came, he put down his chopsticks.
"Could Guard Zhuge please help me with this?" Chu Ming was carrying two portions of the dish.
Zhuge Rui looked at the leftover twenty or so oil packets, his knuckles cracking.
After the crack, he still picked up those oil packets, after all, he was the one who paid the silver.
One in front and one behind, the two of them walked out of the tavern like master and servant, then continued walking along the main road.
Zhuge Rui watched the direction, his tight face gradually relaxing.
Because this direction was heading out of the city.
