At two thirty in the morning, inside the tavern.
Jiang Han sat on a cushioned chair behind the bar, rather skillfully pouring drinks while making conversation with the customers.
Beside her was Miss Du Ningzhuang, doing the same job.
Other than occasionally encountering a bit of verbal teasing, the work was peaceful in every respect. During the downtime, she could squeeze in a few pages of reading, and sometimes chat with Qin Shunying when she came by the bar on her rounds.
The owner of Witch House was a gifted conversationalist. She could talk from astronomy and geography to poetry and songs, then finish by telling you half a crosstalk routine.
I wonder if she's married... Jiang Han secretly sized up the proprietress, only to catch sight of two witches entering through the door.
One was Miss Lin Qiang, a customer from last time. She wore an unfathomable little smile, and her pale black eyeshadow made her seem especially mysterious. The other was the witch who had bought her Green Fungus Grass last time, still dressed in that off-the-shoulder casual outfit woven from pale red and crimson, with a pale-red wide-brimmed hat on her head.
"Hello, Miss Jiang." Lin Qiang removed her soft hat and walked over with a smile to greet her.
"Hello..." Remembering what she had been like after getting drunk last time, Jiang Han averted her eyes from the other woman's face.
After Lin Qiang and Qin Shunying exchanged greetings as well, she led the witch behind her upstairs to the drinking room.
"Two Green Fungus Grass drinks. Add two spoonfuls of honey to one, and a quarter spoonful of sea salt to the other. Also, two servings of lava dragon meat pasta." Qin Shunying wrote down the order and said with a smile, "Bring them up