North Market Chunfeng Tower.
In a tiny partition at the corner of the first-floor hall.
Sun Enqi, with his portly belly, sat carelessly in the middle of the soft couch.
Reaching out to pick up a slice of braised beef, he chewed with a face full of enjoyment.
"The food and drinks at Chunfeng Tower are always so flavorful," he said as he picked up the wine cup beside him and drained it in one gulp.
He immediately raised his head and stared at the enchanting figure on the distant stage.
"Uncle Seven, Dawang is honest and not good with words, but he's strong and obedient," Sun Enwu said in a low voice with a smile as he poured wine into an empty cup.
"You mentioned last time that the Tangshan Army Laborer Camp is short on people..."
Sun Enqi glanced at the mute young man in the corner, who didn't dare to raise his head, and shook his head.
"There was a kitchen helper who got his leg broken by a bag of grain."
