"No need to search anymore, I'm right here." Lou Zheng slowly stepped forward.
Madalang was secretly irritated, he intended to play a nonchalant role, but now he was in a bind.
In the small town inn of North Country, Alhatu had reserved all the rooms in the inn.
"This is our North Country's specialty, hand-grabbed mutton and roasted lamb..." Alhatu finally fulfilled his promise. He hired the finest cooks in town to prepare a full table of local North Country dishes for Lin Ziyin.
Lin Ziyin, seeing that the table was full of meat, quickly lost her appetite.
"Don't like it?" Alhatu asked with a smile.
"There's too much meat, it doesn't suit my taste," Lin Ziyin made no attempt to hide her feelings.
"During winter, there are fewer vegetables. Especially in a small town like this, it's hard to find fresh vegetables," Alhati explained soothingly, "I heard that in the princess' manor, they manage to grow fresh vegetables even in winter?"
