The Cook repeatedly interrogated Xiao Feng, determined to learn the source of the information.
But Xiao Feng insisted it had been divined by the House Spirit.
Li Banfeng didn't believe the House Spirit possessed such an ability. If it were truly so skilled at Divination, how could it not have foreseen that I was going to expose its secrets tonight?
Still, it was possible Xiao Feng genuinely didn't know.
After Oil Peach finished the roasted chicken, along with the squab in its belly and the quail in the squab's, he licked his fingers clean and stood up. "Brother," he said, "I know you're here to help me. I, Oil Peach, will never forget this kindness.
"From today onward, Xiao Feng and I sever all ties of gratitude and obligation. But after all these years, some feelings remain. I beg you, Brother, show leniency. Spare her life and just let her go."
The Cook wasn't about to listen to Oil Peach; he was waiting for Meng Yuchun's instructions.
