Yang Mutao was drenched in cold sweat. Meng Ruqing asked a couple of questions and then figured out who he was.
Qin Shiyi had already investigated.
Before Fang Zichen moved to Yuanzhou, he had always worked as an accountant at Zuixiao Restaurant, and was on very good terms with the owner — paper and ink at his disposal, snacks whenever he wanted.
The cook in the back kitchen was in cahoots with him; every time he made snacks for customers, he'd deliberately make extra and leave it for Fang Zichen. Yang Mutao understood all these things perfectly well, but just turned a blind eye and let him make his mischief.