Elder Yuan indeed knew his goods.
"I have some in my space button, I'll get Qianqian to fry some for you," Qu Tong wasn't stingy at all.
Only then did Elder Yuan grudgingly agree.
After the meal, Xu An went back to school first, and Qu Tong planned to return later.
Qu Tong sat on the rattan chair in the flower hall, sipped her fruit tea, and raised an eyebrow at the royal guard standing ten meters away, "Tell me what's going on?"
Elder Yuan glared at Qu Tong irritably and nudged an antique blue-and-white porcelain cup toward her from his space button.
Qu Tong looked at the antique cup in front of her, meant for drinking tea, and rather speechlessly took out a cup of fruit tea from the fridge in the space button and handed it to him.
Elder Yuan happily accepted the fruit tea, and he carefully put his valuable cup back into the space button.
