Finally, Jing Luo wandered aimlessly into the kitchen once more, scooped up a bowl of chicken soup brimming with ingredients from the matron, took a sip, smacked his lips, and declared the flavor quite decent.
Zhao Su drew his sharp sword, pointing it straight at Jing Luo. The situation stood on a hair-trigger.
Everything happening here was taken in by Fatty, who was hiding among the bushes. By now, he was thoroughly familiar with the Duke's Estate; there wasn't a single spot suitable for hiding people or offering an excellent field of vision that he didn't know.
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