Unlike those who have others attentively serving them a sip of soup, Wufu had to hustle and labor hard to earn the Reward of five hundred taels of Silver from the Flower-Picking Thief case, ending up parched and exhausted.
At the moment, she had once again arrived at the small tea stall in the impoverished area of West City.
"Ma'am, a pot of tea, and two meat buns, please." Wufu sat down and called out to the tea stall's madam.
"Alright, coming right up."
The madam quickly served a pot of tea, saying, "The buns are a bit cold, need to steam them a little."
"Sure."
Wufu picked up the teapot, poured tea into the porcelain bowl, and gulped down two big mouthfuls, exhaling a long breath.
It was after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the scorching heat of high summer had passed, but the weather was still stifling hot—the autumn tiger lingered on.
