Luo Fengtang said: "I'll cut it."

He pulled out the dagger he carried with him and took the sweet potato.

In the dark, I peeled the sweet potato skin cleanly with my hands.

Then he handed it to Yang Ruoqing's hand.

"I'll make do with some food, and when it gets up, I'll go to the street to buy steamed buns!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

He took the sweet potato and smashed it down with his fist, breaking it into two halves.

The other half was handed to him: "You can eat some too!"

"I don't like to eat this, you eat it!"

He pushed the remaining half back.

Her attitude was very firm: "You have to eat even if you don't like it. At least there is something in your stomach!"

He couldn't resist, so he had to take it and eat it.

The cold sweet potatoes make a crunching sound when you bite into them.

Eat it in your mouth, it tastes slightly sweet.

For them who are hungry and thirsty, half a sweet potato at this time is a good thing to quench their thirst.

But, such a winter night.

After eating this thing in my stomach, my whole body became even colder.

The two men then squatted and watched.

There was a dull pain in her stomach.

It's like there are wheels on a cart, rolling over from afar.

It hurts, but I can't pinpoint the exact location.

Maybe it's indigestion and stomach upset?

She didn't take it seriously.

The whole night passed slowly by squatting like this.

When a faint fish belly white appears in the east.

Lying on a bundle of firewood, she moved her somewhat stiff limbs.

Beside him, Luo Fengtang stood up and said, "Qing'er, I'll go buy some food on the street and come back."

"That's fine," she said.

At this moment, there was the sound of a key being inserted into the keyhole at the courtyard door outside.

The two of them frowned, their eyes locked on the small courtyard outside the window.

I saw a tall, thin young man yawning as he entered the yard.

His face was sallow and his steps were sloppy.

In one hand, he was carrying a bundle of oil-paper bags, which were bulging like a head full of buns.

Holding a jar of wine in his other hand, he was heading towards the door of the main room.

Just when Chen Sangang pushed the hall members away.

Suddenly someone pushed him behind him, and he staggered and fell into the house.

The oil paper bag fell to the ground, and the wine jar was smashed to pieces.

Someone came in immediately behind him, and the door was closed immediately.

Chen San turned around in horror and found that there was a man and a woman in the room.

The man is tall and strong, with a cold look.

The woman is a little girl, about twelve or thirteen years old.

She is a bit plump, and her facial features cannot be clearly seen with the light behind her.

But her unusually bright eyes and the cold air on her body made him instinctively afraid.

"You, who are you? Why did you break into my house?"

Chen San asked in a trembling voice, a little angry.

"I, my debts have been paid off in the past two days. Did you make a mistake?"

Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang looked at each other.

Does this Chen San regard them as debt collectors?

The two of us are very upright.

He is blind!

Yang Ruoqing took a step forward and asked Chen San: "Your name is Chen San, right?"

Chen San nodded.

"You work as a waiter at Juweixuan?" she asked again.

Chen San nodded again.

"Do you know what happened at the Juweixuan banquet the night before?" she asked again.

His eyes were firmly locked on Chen San's face.

Don't miss every subtle change in expression.

After she asked this question, Chen San's eyes visibly shrank.

This is a sign of guilty conscience.

Then, Chen San raised his right index finger and rubbed it under his nose.

This action is in criminal psychology.

It is usually used to cover up the panic caused by a guilty conscience.

So as to make a draft for the next lie.

Sure enough, Chen San quickly shook his head.

"I left when it was still dark the night before. I didn't know about the banquet at night..."

"Snapped!"

He slapped Chen San on the face.

Chen San was beaten until stars appeared in his eyes and his ears were ringing.

I can't believe that a little girl has such strong hands!

It hurts more than the slap from the hostess!

When Chen San was confused, Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers at Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang understood, pulled out the red-skinned dagger and handed it to Yang Ruoqing.

The dagger whirled between her fingers, creating a beautiful blade.

Chen San was stunned.

Until a biting chill came down my throat.

Only then did he realize that the dagger had been pressed against his neck.

"I am a tofu supplier for your restaurant, and now my father has been falsely accused and thrown into prison."

Yang Ruoqing narrowed her eyes.

"Tell me, what happened at the banquet the night before last?" she asked Chen San.

"Did you tamper with the food?"

Chen San's face turned pale with fright, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He froze in place and did not dare to move.

His eyes were rolling: "I'm just a waiter. I was really not here the night before."

"Even if I were here, I wouldn't be qualified to serve at such a banquet for nobles..." Chen San explained carefully and apologized.

Yang Ruoqing snorted: "Then tell me, how did you get the money in the past two days?"

"Did someone instruct you to add medicine to the tofu?" she asked.

Chen San's expression tightened, and the cold sweat on his forehead became even more intense.

"That money, I, I won from gambling..."
To be continued...