The temperature the past few days had gotten higher.
The sun shone intensely in the afternoon, hanging right over everyone's head.
The caravan left and the inn's business fell again.
Fang Yuan stepped into the cafeteria, immediately attracting the attention of the shop assistants.
A familiar face rushed over and gave him a flattering smile. "Oh, Young Master, you're here! Please take a seat!"
"Give me a jar of wine and cut me 600g of beef, and serve a few side dishes." Fang Yuan strode through the cafeteria and approached the window seat that he always sat at.
The shop assistant showed a difficult expression, "Young Master, my apologies but during the last time the caravan came, the innkeeper sold all of the green bamboo wine. We do not have this wine here anymore."
