"Where is he?" Guan Qing asked with a frown.
"He's at his home at the entrance of Bei Nong Hutong."
"Let's go! Take me to see him!" Guan Qing said as she stood up, wrapped her red coat around herself, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door.
Half an hour later.
Guan Qing arrived at Wang Jiu's place.
As soon as she entered his courtyard, she smelled a strong scent of alcohol.
Guan Qing scrunched up her nose in disgust and strode into his house, head held high.
Wang Jiu had just finished breakfast, sorghum liquor with chicken feet, savoring every bite.
"Drunk so early in the morning? You seem to be living quite the life," Guan Qing commented, lips curled as she looked at Wang Jiu.
"Miss Guan! Could you not scorn me, please? I'm barely making ends meet." Otherwise, who would want to start their day chewing on chicken feet.
What one really needed was an entire chicken.
