"So, where do you usually eat?"
Zhao Yan was curious. None of the shops outside were open, and these bailiffs all looked like rough-hewn men; surely they couldn't be cooking for themselves every day. What they ate had become a point of concern for Zhao Yan, as he would have to eat here too. If he worked hard all day only to be rewarded with a terrible meal, he wouldn't just be unmotivated—he wouldn't even have the physical strength to get the job done.
Li Hu pointed in a direction outside and said, "There is a dining hall in the Prefecture Office. That's where we usually eat." He left the rest unsaid.
Chapter 391