fter hanging up the phone, Fu Yan returned to the room. Shen Wei's seat was empty, only Huang Manager and his secretary remained at the table."Where's General Shen" she went in, deliberately leaving t...But Cao Fang still kept a vigilant eye on Huo Mingzheng, even though the bodyguard was nearby. In case of a close-range attack, the bodyguard wouldn't have time to react.

Since the last shooting incident that led to a car accident, he didn't dare to be careless at all.

Reaching the end of the alley, the broken signboard that had been half-destroyed was unknown when it was repaired. The four characters "Wang Ji Congee Shop" at the end of the dim alley seemed like a guiding light.

There were only two or three people in the porridge shop. The proprietress was still idle. Hearing the sound of the curtain being lifted, she looked up and was stunned.

A few seconds later, she suddenly realized, "It's you, the handsome guy!"

She couldn't help but mutter to herself, "This time is pretty normal, isn't it Didn't bring that many people out to scare anyone."

"What would you like to eat" she asked him in Mandarin.

Huo Mingzheng stood in front of a row of old earthenware pots, not only out of place but also particularly eerie. Cao Fang's temples twitched violently, could Mr. Huo really be eating congee here

In Huo Mingzheng's mind echoed what Fu Yan had told the proprietress earlier - beef congee with a generous amount of meat, no cilantro, and no scallions.

He repeated verbatim, word for word: "Beef congee with raw beef, no cilantro, no scallions."

"What about you" he suddenly asked Cao Fang.

Cao Fang was taken aback. How could there be his share

He doesn't eat much takeout, but Ho went ahead and ate it anyway. He randomly pointed to something.

"Alright, you guys have a seat for a bit." The proprietress said as she carried a clay pot and gestured for Huo Mingzheng to take a seat.

Ho Mingzheng turned and glanced at the second table on the left. Cao Fang hurriedly pulled out a few sheets of paper, first wiping the tabletop and then wiping the chair.

Huo Mingzheng sat with his back to the door.

The steaming earthenware pot was served, and Cao Fang warmed the spoon for Huo Mingzheng.

Gradually, more and more people came into the shop. The originally quiet little shop became noisy. Cao Fang glanced at the man opposite him without a change in expression.

He Mingzheng calmly ate the porridge in the claypot.

The moment the curtain was lifted, a crisp voice drifted in on the wind, "Sister Yan, how did you find this shop You didn't bring me here, I really couldn't have found it. Is it really as delicious as you said"

Ho Mingzheng's hand gripping the spoon suddenly tightened.

Three men just walked out of the store. Fu Yan pulled Xiaoxiao to stand aside and waited for them to leave before going in.

A cold wind blew, and she shivered, stamping her feet. "Of course it's delicious,"

She walked in with Xiaoxiao, instinctively heading towards the second table on her left where she usually sat, but she found two bowls of unfinished clay pot rice on the table.

But there was no one in the seat.

Should you go to the restroom or take a quick break and come back

Fu Yan only smiled and pulled Xiao Xia toward another table. Just then, the proprietress came out carrying a clay pot and exclaimed in surprise when she passed by, "Your brother was just here, where did he go"

"My brother" Fu Yan looked at her in puzzlement.

The proprietress nodded. "Yeah, that's the one your brother brought over last time, the one who isn't quite right in the head."fore, the maid cleans every day to keep everything spotless so that whenever he returns home, he can live comfortably.Huo Mingzheng stood by the window, burning a cigarette. Cao Fang just wanted to re...