"Yes, yes, yes, Official Cen is right."
"This old coachman really knows how to please, bright eyes and honeyed words. This young master has been chasing all along and indeed got thirsty. Pour the tea quickly and you'll be well rewarded."
"Please drink."
After Cen Fuda had a few sips of the cool tea, he casually threw a gold ingot into the tea stall owner's hand, intentionally giving more than what Li Ping'an got, just to continue to humiliate him, even less than this tea peddler at the street corner.
"Young master, since you know of my father's reputation, your family must also have members in officialdom. Speak up; if Official Cen happens to know them..."
