Feng Feiyu’s smile did not diminish at all.
He was genuinely happy, evidently.
But such words always made Jason feel uneasy.
Even ominous.
Especially now, Feng Feiyu was more like an old general on stage.
Instantly, Jason frowned.
"Dou Bao, go to the backyard and get two willow branches from Su Niang. Oh, and bring a brazier as well.”
"Alright.”
Dou Bao got up imdiately.
Feng Feiyu, on the other hand, looked utterly bewildered.
When Jason picked up the willow branches, dipped them in water, and proceeded to whip him, making him stand outside the door and cross over the brazier, the forr Purple-clothed arrest officer could only let out a bitter laugh.
"What’s this all about?
I didn’t do anything.
No need to make such a big fuss, right?”
Feng Feiyu said, but he still complied.
He believed Jason wouldn’t harm him.
Even though the scene looked a lot like expelling bad fortune.
After all was done, Su Niang had already instructed the staff to place a pot of stewed at with a charcoal stove next to Jason. Thirty pounds of buns were placed on the table, allowing Jason to do as he wished.
Yellow wine was also brought in.
But only a small pot.
There was also a dish of dried tofu and a dish of peanuts.
Feng Feiyu was extrely satisfied with this.
Having wine was enough for him.
Especially with dried tofu and peanuts on the side.
Jason ate the stewed at buns.
Feng Feiyu drank wine, ate dried tofu, and peanuts.
The two chatted.
Most of the ti, Feng Feiyu spoke, and Jason indicated he was listening with a nod or an ‘hmm’.
There wasn’t much more than that.
Dou Bao was whispering with Su Niang by the counter.
Seemingly sensitive, Dou Bao suddenly looked up towards the door.
The old madman they had seen at the alley entrance was grinning at her, but soon shifted his gaze to Feng Feiyu who was drinking.
"Sister Su Niang, could you sell a pot of wine?”
Dou Bao asked Su Niang with a smile.
"Don’t talk about selling or not. You’re a kind-hearted girl, I’ll get it for you.”
Su Niang pretended to be annoyed and lightly slapped Dou Bao.
She turned around and handed over a pot of yellow wine, along with dried tofu and peanuts.
The sa as Feng Feiyu’s. .
All were one pot, two liang.
The dried tofu and peanuts were almost the sa.
With these in hand, Dou Bao walked to the door and placed the wine pot, dried tofu, and peanuts in front of the old man.
"Uncle, have I seen you before?”
Dou Bao was no longer a little girl who showed kindness for no reason.
Months of famine escape had long taught her what could and couldn’t be done.
Doing good deeds within reach was fine.
But never force sothing beyond one’s capability.
The old man before her looked pitiful, but if it weren’t for the familiarity, Dou Bao wouldn’t intervene a second ti.
"Seen! Seen!
When you were little, we t.
Little girl, what’s your na?”
The old man’s words were incoherent.
At least to Su Niang, it seed that way; how could he rember seeing her as a child but not know her na?
"Dou Bao, Tang Dou Bao.”
Dou Bao responded.
Whether this counted as a formal occasion, she didn’t know, but naturally, when asked for a na, it was better to give the full na.
"Tang?
The Tang surna is good!
Tang is the best!”
The old man was increasingly happy upon hearing the surna.
He lifted the pot of wine and drank it all in one go, without eating the peanuts or dried tofu, and then snuggled in the corner of the small tavern’s entrance to sleep soundly.
Dou Bao called out twice, but the old man did not respond.
Helplessly, she took the empty wine pot, peanuts, and dried tofu back into the tavern.
Afterward, in the tavern, the staff returned to their rooms to rest in the afternoon.
Dou Bao whispered with Su Niang.
Jason was eating stew.
The more he ate, the faster he got.
The large pot of stew quickly reached the bottom.
Feng Feiyu drank yellow wine.
The slower he drank, the deeper he indulged.
Ti ticked away.
About a quarter of an hour later, a figure appeared outside the little tavern.
A straw-hatted ‘Dragon Head’ sat before Jason and Feng Feiyu, and said directly—
"Are you ready?”
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