The carriage had just entered the north gate when Mo Yan stepped down from it and told Lizhong that she would go to the rice shop for lunch at noon.
Lizhong nodded in response, thinking to himself that he should cook a couple of extra good dishes at noon, and after cautioning Mo Yan to be careful, he drove the carriage towards the Eastern Market.
Looking at the still quiet streets, Mo Yan turned and walked into a tea house.
It was early, and in the tea house, there was only the shopkeeper and a few busy attendants. Learning that the elegant rooms on the second floor facing the street had already been reserved, Mo Yan had no choice but to find a seat by a street-facing window in the main hall and ordered a pot of Biluochun tea, four types of dried fruits, and four types of pastries.
