With the meeting's content and core principles thoroughly conveyed, this unusual gathering came to an end. Since the restaurants outside were all closed, Zhao Yan could not use a feather as an arrow to force them open just to host his guests—that would be the act of bandits, and Zhao Yan had his principles and bottom line, which he refused to cross.
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyuan's private chef was still at the Prefecture Office. Having shamelessly freeloaded on meals for so long, Zhao Yan did not mind doing it one more time. The chef had been brought along by Fang Zhiyuan, and whenever Zhao Yan gave an order, Fang Zhiyuan understood. Originally, Fang Zhiyuan felt a guilty conscience from having nothing to do, and since Zhao Yan had been working so hard for a long time, it was only right to reward him. Therefore, Fang Zhiyuan accepted the fact that Zhao Yan was ordering his family chef to cook, as long as nobody made him do any actual work.
Back in the Capital, Fang Zhiyuan had gone out of his way to try to please Cao Dian, terrified that Cao Dian would think him useless and kick him aside. As it turned out, trying to please someone as black-hearted as Cao Dian was completely useless. Decades of bitter struggle had vanished like bubbles, and Cao Dian had kicked him to Taoyuan Prefecture all the same. Fang Zhiyuan had complained and harbored resentment, but now he had accepted his fate. Since he was utterly helpless against the plague, he decided to just lie flat and let things t…
Chapter 400