The food at the funeral home was still good.
Maybe it was because the weather was too cold, or perhaps it was because the air was heavy with gloom, so they ate steaming hot pot.
Soon, Jiang Xiao realized that the night watchman seemed to only eat vegetarian dishes, while the director and Bao Lebin were gorging on large cuts of meat.
During the casual conversation, it turned out that the night watchman was a vegetarian; thankfully, not an extreme one—he didn't incessantly bark just because others ate meat.
"When is that female corpse going to be cremated?"
Hearing Jiang Xiao mention this, both the director and Bao Lebin's expressions changed. They put down their chopsticks, and even the night watchman, who had been quietly eating, looked up at Jiang Xiao.
"Xiao Jiang, about that, let's not rush…"
"Weren't you just urging me earlier to hurry up and get ready for the cremation?"
Jiang Xiao asked, confused.
