The passersby all looked questioningly at the two men, one wearing an Ox-head and the other a Horse-face mask.
How unique.
Qingzhou City was not short of unique people though, so everyone quickly got used to it. There were quite a lot of people wearing masks in Dragon Gate Inn alone.
After settling down in her room and covering the children with blankets, Qi Qingyao finally relaxed. She rubbed her tummy, which felt flat given her lack of food. She had been about to go downstairs for a meal, but when she opened the door, she was assaulted by the loud noises clamoring outside. She recoiled and gestured for a servant at the inn to come over.
"Make us some of your trademark dishes. Four meat dishes, four vegetable dishes and a pot of soup. Add six bowls of rice to that too."
"Sure, madam. Should we send them over to your room?" the servant asked.