The snow has stopped.
Because it didn't fall heavily to begin with, people didn't realize when it actually stopped.
For lunch, Zhao Guo'an prepared a feast: braised beef with potatoes, soy-braised pork knuckle, red-cooked fish, sweet and sour eggplant, and seaweed egg soup.
This was for the little girl and her group; on the martial monks' side, it was stir-fried mixed vegetables, vinegar-glazed shredded potatoes, and scallion stir-fried tofu.
Almost thirty people ate with gusto, quite satisfied, except Xiao Feng who found the food tasteless.
"Xiao Feng brother, aren't you hungry?" the little girl asked, while placing a piece of beef in his bowl.
Xiao Feng shook his head, not explaining his ailment from the Seven Evils Palm.
However, this matter needed to be resolved soon.
Knowing his character, he'd definitely take action tonight and simply drag Zheng Wei here.
