The Demon’s Menu

Many children followed behind the two, watching eagerly, biting their fingers and swallowing their saliva.

Dou Bao glanced at Jason, and after seeing Jason nod slightly, she immediately took a few skewers of ice sugar gourds from the straw target she was carrying and handed them to the children.

"That's it, no more."

After handing out the skewers to a few kids, Dou Bao shooed them away.

The children who got the sugar gourds ran off happily, laughing and skipping.

However, as the children left,

An adult did not leave.

Or rather, the adult didn't move, lying in the sunny spot at the alley entrance, and upon hearing the children's laughter, stretched lazily and sat up.

This adult had white hair and beard, his worn-out clothes covered in pudding, cloth shoes barely hanging on his feet, with a toe peeking out from the left shoe; twigs he picked at random were stuck in his hair, his face was filthy, eyes filled with yellowish eye discharge as he watched Jason and Dou Bao.

However, the elderly man did not ask for any.

Even though he was drooling with desire, he just watched.

Dou Bao had a sugar gourd in her hand.

This one was hers.

Without hesitation, Dou Bao handed it to the man.

What she gave to those children was with Jason's permission.

Giving to the old man in front of her was really not suitable.

She was well aware of her patron's appetite and attitude towards food.

It was just her just now.

If it were someone else, they would have been tossed to the ground by her patron.

However, she would not use her favor for leverage.

What belonged to her patron, she could not give.

But the one that's hers, she can.

"Here you go."

Dou Bao said, and without waiting for the old man to thank her, she continued on with Jason towards the small tavern run by Su Niang.

The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, holding the sugar gourd.

He didn't get up but leaned against the wall, lying in the sunlight, eating the sugar gourd.

Happy?

Truly happy.

It seemed as if nothing else under the sky could be more delightful than this. <subtex>.</subtex>

But as he ate, the old man suddenly burst into loud cries.

He muttered incessantly.

"It was mine."

"I came first."

"Damn it."

Cursing.

Not hiding it at all.

Dou Bao, who had already reached the small tavern's front, couldn't help but look back.

"Sister Dou Bao, don't be so kind-hearted, he's just a crazy old man.

Our boss saw him pitiful and wanted to let him work in the tavern, give him a place to stay.

But this old man not only showed no gratitude but also cursed our boss.

If we weren't worried about his age and mental state, we would have dealt with him long ago."

The waiter whispered to Dou Bao.

Dou Bao nodded, but her eyes still watched the old man.

She felt he looked somewhat familiar.

As if she had seen him when she was young.

But wasn't confident enough to confirm.

Finally, shaking her head, she walked into the small tavern.

At this time, the tavern was empty and deserted; those who had lunched were either at work or home, leaving only the people inside the tavern.

Feng Feiyu?

He surely wasn't an outsider.

Having taken off the purple robe of 'The Six Fan School's' chief arrest officer and donned plain clothes, Feng Feiyu was far from as dispirited as one might expect, rather smiling as he wiped down tables.

Especially when he saw Jason, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Sit wherever you like, I'll join you after I finish tidying up."

Feng Feiyu called out.

Jason nodded and sat with Dou Bao in the corner of the tavern.

Su Niang came over with a pot of tea and a plate of sunflower seeds.

"What would you like to eat? There's still a pot of stew and a jug of rice wine in the backyard."

Su Niang asked straightforwardly.

"Forget the rice wine, just bring the stew, and cut me thirty pounds of roasted buns."

Jason replied.

Even though Su Niang was prepared, she still clicked her tongue at the mention of thirty pounds of roasted buns.

"Martial artists eat this much?

Feng Sanlang too; he eats for three people alone.

But you, you eat for thirty."

Su Niang said as she signaled the staff to head to the backyard.

"Su Niang, rice wine! Rice wine!"

Feng Feiyu reminded Su Niang.

Only to receive an eye roll from Su Niang.

"Eating for three and always leaving debts, are you planning to mooch off me for life?"

Su Niang asked angrily.

"How could I?"

Feng Feiyu smiled awkwardly.

Instantly, a hint of gloom passed through Su Niang's eyes.

Feng Feiyu noticed it and quickly added.

"Next life, the one after, every life, I'll stick with you."

Feng Feiyu teased.

"You never act properly."

Su Niang raised her hand and poked Feng Feiyu, then headed to the backyard, her face flushed, obviously a bit embarrassed.

Dou Bao looked at the departing Su Niang, then at Feng Feiyu scratching his head, suddenly understanding.

"Are you and Su Niang getting married?"

Dou Bao asked quietly.

"Yes, decided the day before yesterday. We're not planning anything big, just inviting some friends for a meal.

Make sure you and Brother Mu come."

Feng Feiyu said with a beaming smile.

"Definitely."

Dou Bao nodded in assurance.

Jason's gaze at this time fell on Feng Feiyu.

"I know we have unfinished business.

But it doesn't stop me from getting married, right?

I previously cared about the Feng Family, but now I've been disowned, which suits me just fine.

After handling this matter, I'll get married.

Just perfect."