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"Hah, Drunken Immortal Residence truly is exceptional; just look at these cups, they're not something ordinary people would use."
Xia Zheng caressed the teacup in his hand, his eyebrows slightly raised. That smile of his grew more and more improper the longer one looked at it.
As expected, Zhao Hongsheng's face twitched, and he inwardly cursed the shopkeeper of Drunken Immortal Residence: Does that old coot think having nice things is the same as having taste?
Lin Yuan couldn't help covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. The table full of gold and silver utensils was almost blinding, though she was still uncertain about Zhao Hongsheng's ulterior motive for suddenly inviting them to dine.
