As soon as the waiter left, the room's atmosphere was suddenly lively again. The nanny turned around to cover her face.
Chang Huan handed Su Jiu a plum-shaped pastry. "Chief, this is delicious, try it!"
Su Jiu took it, bit it and promptly threw it on the table. "What is this, it's so sweet and cloying!"
"It's delicious!" Chang Huan picked up the bitten osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
Hu Dapao squatted on the chair and looked around, "Tsk-tsk, Shengjing is great indeed. A restaurant that has calligraphy and antiques? It's better than the palace!"
Ah Shu scoffed, "Have you been to the palace?"
"No," Hu Dapao stuck his neck straight, "but I've heard of it!"
"From who?"
"The storyteller!" Hu Dapao replied seriously.
In his opinion, a storyteller was like a teacher and was sure to be right.
Ah Shu begged to differ. "That old man from Ge Family Village? He's not as knowledgeable as our Second in Command!"
