"I don't have any money,"
Zhang Fei Xuan blinked his eyes, finally adding this sentence.
Little Two's face stiffened, and he glanced at Yao Sanniang snuggled up next to Song Yin, chuckling, "Sir, the tea has already been served. If you have no money, that won't do. Our establishment is located where there's not a soul in sight, and we're just a small business."
Zhang Fei Xuan rolled his eyes, "You served the tea, and I haven't drunk any. If I haven't drunk it, why should I pay?"
"Once the tea is served, you need to pay!" Little Two exclaimed. "Don't think you can be as domineering here as you are outside. Now that you're in the Central Plains, you mustn't expect to act the same. This is the Food Tower, after all, and our manager is an Earthly Immortal!"
"Hey, alright, alright, it's not such a big deal,"
