Wang Anfeng had been lingering in Ningzheng City for over half a month, with the New Year festival just five or six days away.
Firstly, he had matters to attend to, and secondly, he couldn't bear to leave behind the city's baked sesame cakes and rice porridge, which in the eyes of Guard Wang, could well be compared to the ladies in the flower buildings.
Where else could he find such delicious sesame cakes once he left this place?
Naturally, he had to eat his fill.
Moreover, with a comfortable room and bed, people to tend to his needs, he had no intention of leaving just yet.
However, poor Shopkeeper Zhou Gang of the guesthouse had to put on a smiling face and suffer losses. Every time he saw the relaxed young man, he'd think of his own business bleeding money and inwardly bleed himself, wishing he could slap himself hard enough to swell up his nose and face.
Damn it, his heart must have been clogged up with pork grease!
What was he thinking when he decided to cheat this lord?