"No need," Magistrate Qin shook his head.

Although Hua'er is old enough to be his daughter, he still has to be careful not to give others cause for gossip.

Upon hearing the meaningful word "still," Su Hua couldn't help but chuckle. The son-in-law of the wealthiest man in the world, Yu, was actually scrimping and saving in his room all day to eat. If word got out, who would believe it?

She glanced at the tightly closed windows, where there was already some soot on the window paper, and couldn't help but remind her, "Uncle Qin, when this charcoal is burning, it produces a gas. If there's too much gas, people can't breathe. When we eat hot pot, we can't completely seal the doors and windows to avoid danger."

"Yes, the restaurant staff also reminded me of this." Upon hearing this, Magistrate Qin's handsome face flushed for a moment. He pointed to the back window and said, "Although the outside doors and windows are closed, this small window at the back is always open, which can also dissipate some of the charcoal smoke."

Just kidding, his office is full of gluttons!

If the doors and windows are wide open, the irresistible aroma of this hot pot will surely spread everywhere. Those guys will smell it and insist on bringing their bowls to him to eat, and he might even have to give them a raise.

It's fine to give someone a spoon to cook hot pot ingredients, but increasing their monthly salary is absolutely out of the question.

Only the back window leads to an alley, so no one can smell it when it's open. But since Hua'er specifically reminded me, I'll have someone enlarge the back window tomorrow.

He's going to eat this hot pot for the rest of his life. If one of these lousy fumes doesn't dissipate enough and suffocates him, then he'll have to go eat hot pot with the King of Hell.

Su Hua looked in the direction he pointed and indeed saw a small window on the back wall. The window was very small, only a quarter the size of the other windows, and the same color as the wall. If you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't tell that it was a window.

Magistrate Qin reached out and scalded a large spoonful of seafood for Su Hua, and said with a smile, "Hua'er, you finally have time to come to the county today. Ever since your rascal woke up, he's been talking about you non-stop!"

Su Hua's smile faltered for a moment. "How is Yu Cheng recovering now?"

"She's doing well. She'll be eating two chickens a day, and in a few days she'll be even more lively than before." Magistrate Qin raised his eyes. "If Hua'er has time, she can come to our house to play. Not only Yu Cheng, but Ying Xian also calls her 'Sister Su' all the time and is looking forward to your visit."

Su Hua nodded in agreement, "After I finish what I'm busy with, I'll get together with Yu Cheng and Ying Xian. The reason I came today is actually to ask Uncle Qin for a favor."

The Qin family did not have a rule of not speaking while eating or sleeping. Upon hearing this, Magistrate Qin peeled a shrimp with one hand and smiled at the girl, "Hua'er, just tell me what you need Uncle Qin to help with. As long as Uncle Qin can help, I will definitely not refuse."

She saved Yu Cheng's life twice, and such a great favor could not be repaid by ordinary people. If he could help her in any way, he and his wife would feel much more at ease.

Su Hua pursed her lips, "I wonder if Uncle Qin can still find the case records from three years ago?"

Three years ago, the magistrate of Qingshui County was not Qin Fang, but the previous magistrate. Since the death of Dong'er's parents involved yamen runners, it must have been recorded.