Poisoned

Every afternoon at a certain time, Qinghong Martial Arts School would have people deliver extra food from the restaurant at the side.

Naturally, it was not free, but money.

However, because Lin Yan had spent a total of 40 taels in Qinghong Martial Arts School previously, the Qinghong Martial Arts School gave him a high-grade token. It was equivalent to a VIP certificate in his previous life and he could enjoy additional meals for free.

Lin Yan followed Xie Lingyan out and smelled an alluring fragrance.

There were many people in the courtyard. They were either standing or sitting. They were eating some pancakes that were wrapped in oil paper happily.

In the middle of the courtyard, there was a large pot. Thick soup bubbled. A pot of bright pork trotters was stewed until they were soft and boneless. It was oily and looked very tempting.

There was also a wooden table beside the pot. There was a stack of hot and fragrant pancakes on it.