The usually image-conscious Liu Ruoxi, after a little coaxing from Song Yun, decisively joined in the sipping, and after finishing, she said wide-eyed, "Hey, weird, drinking like this really makes it taste better!"
"I told you, this is the most correct way to taste coffee," Song Yun said smugly, "All those coffees you had before were just a waste."
Liu Ruoxi didn't say anything but continued sipping at her spoon.
At this moment, a man in his twenties walked past Song Yun's private room, with his arm around a young, pretty woman.
Hearing the sipping sounds, the man turned his head to look into Song Yun's booth and saw Liu Ruoxi with her head down, sipping coffee. He sneered and said to the woman next to him, "See that? Nowadays, bumpkins drink coffee like that, haha."
The woman held by the young man also disdainfully glanced at Liu Ruoxi, sipping her coffee, and giggled, "Prince, there are so many bumpkins coming to the city now, nothing can be done about it!"
