Yun Miaoyi ordered a cup of tea for Yang Fan and had the waiter bring it over.
As a frequent customer of the farm restaurant, Yang Fan's tinkering here wasn't met with opposition by the owner; on the contrary, the owner enthusiastically provided a small stool and a complimentary fruit platter.
"Fanzi, can you tell us now—what's the deal with that mysterious power of yours?" Fan Sisi asked curiously.
Yang Fan put down his teacup, smiling. "Before we get into that, I want to know what interesting things the two of you plan to show me."
"What do you want to see, then?" Fan Sisi replied playfully. "How about you tell us what you'd like, and we'll make it happen for you?"
"If I have to ask, that takes away half the fun. I'm curious about what you two are scheming." Yang Fan grinned.
Fan Sisi gave a mysterious smile. "We're calling it… the Nine-Tailed Fox in Stockings."
