It wasn't really his fault, after all. The robe was Master Fire Dragon's, who lived thousands of years ago. How could it not be vintage? Moreover, when worn, it protected against the cold and heat, was very comfortable, and even kept dust at bay. Clearly, it was a treasure, so how could Zhang Xiaohua bear to take it off?
But thinking about the others' opinions, Zhang Xiaohua still had second thoughts. One could not always be too eccentric. Just as he was thinking about it, the waiter had already brewed the tea, standing beside him expectantly. At first, Xiaohua didn't understand. But when he went to taste the tea, he suddenly realized that the guy was asking for a tip, right?
"It's all because of this robe. Otherwise, I'd just have a glass of plain water. Why bother with Longjing tea? Sigh, I have to spend extra money just because of this robe!"
