Granny Yu, however, pursed her lips: "Bah, feathered beast, the old lady dislikes them the most."
After saying this, she stood up, turned around, and went back into the shop to busy herself.
Chen Yan chuckled inside.
This amusing old lady, why's she racist?
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Yun Zhao walked up, glanced at the bowl of tea in Chen Yan's hand, smiled, didn't mind at all, grabbed it, and gulped it down, and wiped his mouth: "Not bad taste, very refreshing, is there more?"
Chen Yan pointed to the sign next to them: "Pay for it."
Would Eldest Young Master Yun care about money?
He directly took out a few jade coins and slapped them on the table: "Boss, more tea!"
Inside, Granny Yu kept her head down, busy picking spices, without lifting her head: "Serve yourself, just leave the money on the table."
Yun Zhao wasn't annoyed, poured two bowls of tea himself, gave one to Chen Yan, and drank the other one down.
Only then did he exhale and laugh: "That feels good!"
