"The dishes are ready, go serve them." The shopkeeper, seeing the chef bringing out a dish, patted the waiter to have him carry the plates.
Meanwhile, inside the private room.
Su Zhiruan rested her chin on her hands, stealing glances at Ji Xiaoyuan from time to time.
Ji Xiaoyuan put down his teacup, "What do you want to ask?"
"I'm curious, since you own an inn, why do you still work as a hunter?"
Su Zhiruan looked at him.
However, as she spoke, a guess had already formed in her heart.
Not to mention an inn, perhaps this county, this district, and even many of the surrounding districts were his territory.
"This inn... was passed down from my ancestors," Ji Xiaoyuan sighed deeply and continued, "But I prefer being a hunter to running an inn."
Su Zhiruan nodded. She was about to say something more when the door was knocked several times.
The waiter said, "Shopkeeper, Madam, I've come to serve the dishes."
