"Guest, it has been a while since I last saw you," Sang Qingxiao greeted.
"Miss Sang, even though you haven't seen me, I've had the brothers buy food from you for both breakfast and lunch. These past few days, they've become quite picky because of your cooking," Qilang said as he moved a bit closer and lowered his voice. "Even the royal chef's skills can't compare to yours. So, the brothers urged me to come and ask if you could take on the dinner orders."
"Guest," Qilang added, "you can just call me by my name."
"Young Master Qilang," Sang Qingxiao said with a hint of difficulty on her face. "I am the only one here at the restaurant, and I've been busy since dawn. If I add dinner to my workload, I might not be able to handle it."
"Miss Sang, for dinner, it doesn't need to be as elaborate as breakfast or lunch. Just prepare two dishes—one meat and one vegetable—for thirty people."
One meat and one vegetable? That sounds like it wouldn't take much time.
Seeing Sang Qingxiao deep in thought, Qilang quickly pulled out a gold ingot from his sleeve. "This is enough for a month's worth of meals. Please prepare everything in advance, Miss Sang. I'll arrange for someone to come pick it up."
Tsk, ten taels for a large gold ingot; that's quite a generous offer. Sang Qingxiao nodded in agreement to take on the task.
Noticing that Qilang was lingering and hadn't left yet, she asked, "Young Master Qilang, do you have more to discuss?"
Qilang casually replied, "Ah, our master is Yongxin Marquis."
"Uh, Young Master Qilang," Sang Qingxiao interrupted him, "it's not very appropriate to talk about your master with me."
Many people knew about it; there was nothing wrong with discussing it. Qilang continued to steer the conversation in that direction. "But speaking of which, when I mentioned my master is Yongxin Marquis, why aren't you surprised at all?"
The day before yesterday, when Yongxin Marquis entered the Office of Censors, it caused quite a stir; I took a moment to glance at it.
"Oh, that day was indeed quite noisy. But don't think that a grand display means they genuinely welcome us; they want to elevate us only to set us up for a harder fall later. Hmph! A bunch of treacherous people hiding daggers behind smiles!"
Sang Qingxiao blinked but remained silent.
Qilang continued on his own, "First, they handed us a ten-year-old unsolved case with a deadline of one month for resolution. I heard this case was specifically brought over from the Capital of Jingzhao."
If it were just this one case, that would be fine. But they kept finding trouble for us, making us too busy to focus on that unsolved case.
Just yesterday, they sent us another task saying we needed to assist in catching demons.
Tsk! I can tell they're aware Zhong Kui is a Demon Catcher and are trying to test her with their words!
Sang Qingxiao finished wiping down the table and walked over to the counter to flip through the account book. She busied herself without responding to Qilang's remarks.
Qilang also moved around to the front of the counter and asked, "Miss Sang, have you ever seen a demon?"
The other person stared at her intently, and Sang Qingxiao felt she could no longer remain silent. "It's not a scriptbook; it's reality. Have you ever seen one?"
"Maybe I have," she replied. "A scriptbook, a Powerful Demon can take human form and appear just like anyone else. So, it's possible that we have spoken to demons without even realizing it."
"Perhaps," Qilang chuckled softly before continuing, "The Office of Censors has a few Demon Catchers specifically tasked with handling Demonic Cases. This time, the demon involved is a Fox Demon. I've heard that in Jingjing City and the Suburbs of the Capital, there have already been seven victims, all of whom had their hearts disappear without exception."
Those Demon Catchers have already tracked down the Fox Demon and plan to set a trap tomorrow night. The Office of Censors has sent us to assist. I did some digging beforehand, and this so-called assistance is clearly just a way for us to act as bait!
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