Feng Feiyu hurriedly left after picking up the note, then quickly returned.
When passing by the table where Jason, Dou Bao, and Su Niang were sitting, he looked at Jason with a face full of resentment.
Jason?
Didn't even glance at the other person.
The braised stew in the pot smelled really good, especially the tofu and pork, which had absorbed the soup and were tender but not mushy, and the crispy bread was well-cooked but not sticky.
However, what delighted Jason the most was the soup.
It must be an old broth.
Savory and aromatic beyond measure.
Blended with mashed garlic, fermented bean curd, chili oil, and chive flower, it was truly delicious.
Watching Jason eat heartily, Feng Feiyu silently took in the sight, then looked at Su Niang.
This arrest officer in purple still wanted to put up a fight.
"Go wash the dishes!"
Su Niang said coldly.
"Alright."
Feng Feiyu forced a smile and headed to the backyard.
