The taste of the buns was indeed good; Xu Chuo had ordered four tiers, and Pei Ye alone had consumed three and a half, drinking two large cups of hot tea as well.
Xu Chuo gave a slight sigh and turned to the server, "Please bring another tier for this table."
"Ah, no need, I am full." Pei Ye smiled, "Thank you for the host's hospitality."
Xu Chuo looked at him.
"What's wrong?"
"They're not for you." Xu Chuo pulled back his overcoat slightly, gazing out the window, "We have another guest."
"Ah?" Pei Ye paused, "Who?"
"Minister of Revenue Yuan Zhao, with the courtesy name Youjing, is considered the foremost of scholars from humble backgrounds in our world today." Xu Chuo glanced at him, "You ate his portion."
...
The man walked with heavy steps.
He scraped the mud off his boots on the steps beside him, and when he raised his head, the first thing seen were his eyes that shone with a bright essence.
