The teahouse by the roadside was built under a few big trees, and there was a cool breeze blowing. The waiter was warmly greeting the guests and a lot of them were sitting under the pergola. When Ling Chuxi and her companions arrived, the waiter immediately welcomed them, asking if they preferred herbal tea or sour plum soup, and if they wanted any cooked meat.
"There are dishes as well?" Ling Chuxi was surprised. "Isn't this just a teahouse?"
"Hehe, this is our side income." The waiter chuckled. "Would the distinguished guests like to order our specialty? Our lady boss is very skilled at cooking."
"Alright, then give me the specialties. Bring me a bowl of sour plum soup first." After Ling Chuxi the foodie heard the waiter's words, she looked around at the other guests. Most of them had ordered dishes, and the dishes looked good so she was agreeable.
