That night, Jiang Fei returned to his own house. As usual, Lina had already prepared dinner and was waiting for Jiang Fei to return home.
“You’re back! Quickly wash your hands and eat.”Lina was the mistress of the house.
“Okay.”Jiang Fei nodded. He was not in a hurry to mention that the sheriff was going to be executed. Instead, as usual, he washed his hands, wiped his face, and sat down at the dining table.
As Lina did not know that her father was going to be executed the day after tomorrow, she kept putting food into Jiang Fei’s bowl as usual. Lina’s cooking skills were very good. During the time that she was at Jiang Fei’s house.., she cooked dinner for Jiang Fei in a variety of ways every day. During these few days, there was almost no duplication. Only a few dishes that Jiang Fei loved to eat were cooked by her once or twice.
