Better to refine them himself. Relying on others was never as good as relying on oneself.
Just then, three or four patrolling constables suddenly came over.
The moment they sat down, they began shouting and making a racket.
The stallholder dared not offend them and hurriedly brought over good food and drink.
The constables ate while bellowing about something.
The other diners nearby reacted to these constables as though they had encountered snakes and scorpions. Before even finishing their food, they put down their bowls and chopsticks and left.
Li Ping'an ate with perfect composure.
Though he ate a great deal, his manners were refined.
Before long, the constables at the other table finished eating, wiped their mouths, and paid nothing.
One of them even packed up some food, saying he would take it home for his children.
The stallholder forced a smile and finally saw these high-and-mighty gentlemen off.
Looking at their leftovers, he could not help wincing at the waste and cursed under his breath.
"Animals!"
Those fellows had ordered a whole heap of food and barely finished any of it.
They simply took a bite and tossed it aside, but what could he do?
The stallholder sighed helplessly.
He thought of how he bustled about here every day to earn a few coins, while still having to care for his gravely ill wife.
"Boss, your lamb soup tastes just right. It's been ages since I had any this authentic."
The stallholder turned and saw that it was the Blue Robes Man who had let an ox share his table earlier. He squeezed out a smile.
"Of course! I'm not boasting-ask around anywhere in Capital City. My lamb soup, Wang Lao'er's lamb soup, is famous."
Li Ping'an asked, "You're not from Capital City?"
Wiping a table, the stallholder