"What? They returned them?"
Yang Su was shocked.
His Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns had been popular since they were launched.
Even the ones sent to the palace were highly praised by the Empress Feng.
The bald monks from Taichang Temple ate them for free, yet they dared to send the buns back?
Yang Su was somewhat displeased.
He immediately took his people out to confront them.
Taoyao Pavilion was already packed with people, and some customers without seats were waiting by the side, hoping to buy the Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns.
Yang Su's face brimmed with anger as he waited to reason with the people from Taichang Temple.
In the crowd, a young monk was standing.
"Little benefactor, what seems to be the problem with Taoyao Pavilion's Spiritual Longevity Peach Buns?"
Yang Su looked at the monk's robe—it was just the most ordinary novice monk's robe—and immediately felt a surge of fury.
A young monk dared to stir trouble at Taoyao Pavilion.
He angrily questioned.
