Xiazhen Town patrol house.
Gan Qiao was drinking and eating meat with a few constables.
"Have to say, this Xiazhen Town really is not bad, even the dishes cooked in this big pot feel more fragrant than those served in the taverns of our county town."
A constable picked up a piece of meat, savoring it as he put it into his mouth.
Originally, they had planned to find a tavern in town to order a table full of dishes to be delivered to the patrol house, but for some reason, all the taverns in town were closed.
When they had entered the town, these taverns had still been open.
Having no choice, they found a constable who could cook to fire up the stove in the patrol house.
"Take note of all these closed shops; we'll settle the score later."
