"This river?"
At the table side, Zhao Rong's expression was quite serious.
"Ahem," Fan Yushu coughed awkwardly, feeling that everyone, having finished eating and nothing better to do, had sought out a conversation with a bizarre, eloquent shopkeeper, which was quite far-fetched. Thus, he decided not to beat around the bush and directly said, "Actually, we're all here to taste the drinks from this place."
Zhao Rong glanced at the little Qian'er, who was currently haggling for drinks, and with an expressionless face, he nodded:
"I knew it. The several groups of people who came before were dining at this out-of-the-way restaurant. It certainly wasn't solely for its reputation and culinary delights; either there was something valuable hidden here, or the proprietress's beauty was widely acclaimed—you had to brush with one or the other."
Fan Yushu raised a thumb in front of his stomach, "I knew with your intelligence, you couldn't be fooled. Ziyu is indeed experienced."
