As she dragged the nine people to the front gate of the inn, the lights here had already been lit by Liu Ji, and the children were seated in the bright hall.
The carriage had been unloaded, and the luggage was stacked in the common sleeping area behind the inn screen.
The horses were locked in the stable, already fed with fodder.
Qin Yao threw the nine fierce bandits and their tools of crime outside the gate. Liu Ji, who was waiting at the entrance, glanced at the nine people, and issued a "hiss." Their current appearance could only be described as too tragic to bear.
Seeing Qin Yao walk in with an unchanged expression, Liu Ji instinctively retreated a step.
Qin Yao looked up at him, "Is that retreating step serious?"
Liu Ji asked with a flattering smile, "Madam, there seems to be a stove in the backyard. We brought flour ourselves; how about noodles for tonight?"
Qin Yao rubbed her almost empty stomach and asked how long it would take to make noodles.
