Bang, bang, bang!
"Open..."
The person outside was just about to shout for the door to be opened when the gate to the small courtyard opened first.
Du En appeared behind it, calmly looking at the unfamiliar supervisor who had come knocking for the second time.
"What is it this time?" he asked.
The supervisor smacked his lips as he caught the fragrance filling the air and could not help asking, "What exactly are you cooking? I wanted to ask before—how can it smell this good?"
Opening with such a blatant sidestep of the real topic, he clearly had something in mind. Greed surfaced in his eyes, making it seem as though he had come specifically for this, intending to bully them through his position and seize it by force!
Du En merely replied, "Supervisor Ren..."
"Tsk!"
The fellow had only heard the opening when he started smacking his lips again, looking rather annoyed as he interrupted, "All right, pack up your things. You've got an urgent job!"
Ren Li was someone he could not afford to offend. He could only abandon the idea of taking it by force and turn to the actual matter.
Du En said nothing about the situation. He went back and packed up, left a note, then harnessed the cart and headed out.
"You've got quite a complete set of things..."
The supervisor muttered under his breath, unable to stop glancing at the pot on the cart beside Du En.
Under the urging of spellcraft, the Mud Pot was four feet wide.
It was stewing Shadow Leopard meat inside, and waves of fragrance pumped out through the gaps, making anyone who merely smelled it feel refreshed and at ease.
That was why Ning Caize and the others had slept like dead pigs, enjoying beautiful dreams.