Nan Feng felt a little awkward. Was she that much of a country bumpkin that the owner could tell she was from the countryside at first glance?
Ye Ge spoke up, "We've been eating at the Yamen these days and haven't had much of a chance to get out. Please prepare three or four small dishes for us, and bring a pot of plain rice. Oh, and a small pot of wine."
"All right, I will instruct the kitchen right away."
Once the boss left, the so-called private room quietened down.
Nan Feng asked Ye Ge, "Do you come here often?"
"Only once or twice," Ye Ge responded.
Nan Quanyou chimed in, "But the owner seemed quite familiar with you."
"Perhaps I'm easy to remember," said Ye Ge. "I come here to eat when I'm out on official duties, and meals at the Yamen run out."
Nan Quanyou asked again, "Oh, what do you do at the Yamen? Are you only in charge of protecting the safety of the county magistrate?"
