The system completely ignored Yuan Zhou and stayed silent.
"Fine, System. I will forgive you on account of your willingness to be my long term fresh tea leaves supplier," Yuan Zhou magnanimously declared.
Then, Yuan Zhou picked up his chopsticks and continued eating. After all, there was still half of the Longjing Salad remaining.
Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Yuan Zhou stuffed his mouth full with food.
While eating, Yuan Zhou wondered what would happen if he told the two old men these tea leaves were actually Pre-Ming Longjing Tea.
Yuan Zhou was in fact quite curious about this. But of course, he was smart enough to not say that. After all, one would never know what others would do when pushed to the brink of insanity.
Half a plate of Longjing Salad wasn't that huge a serving. Yuan Zhou did not take long to finish it.
"It's really good. If I'm still feeling sleepy tomorrow, I'll make another," Yuan Zhou smacked his lips and said.
