"Wen Tai?"
Why does that sound so familiar? Bao Budian examined the young man a few more times but recognized nothing—indeed, he had never seen this person before.
He didn't think much of it and went to inquire with Old Sang.
Old Sang was about to return to his hometown in Anren. Zhao Rong had already settled the tea shop's silver coins, and now he was just helping out in the transition, uncertain whether to hire an assistant or not.
So he gestured inside.
"Ask her."
There was no need for Bao Budian to call out, as a vibrant young girl in green already lifted the cotton curtain and walked straight out.
Bao Budian was not stupid.
He could tell at a glance that the young man outside and the young girl were acquainted.
"Yo, you really came?" Qu Feiyan teased, "I thought you'd gone back to Taojiang. Didn't expect you to be a man of his word."
"A spit is a nail, when have I, Wen Tai, ever broken my word?"
He said this with a lot of toughness.
