"Alright" Yang Chuxia always eats quickly, and in less than a quarter of an hour, she puts down her chopsticks. Ye Zi’an says, "What’s the hurry? Eating slowly is better for your health."
"You know everything."
Ye Zi’an nods, "The medical books say that eating slowly is beneficial to the health of the stomach and intestines."
"Really?" Yang Chuxia’s eyes widen, "You even read medical books? Is there any book you don’t read?"
Who would have thought that Ye Zi’an would seriously reply, "I don’t read Spring Palace Pictures."
"Pfft..." Uncle Niu spits out his porridge onto the table. Yang Chuxia’s soup bowl topples over.
"Hahaha..." Then Yang Chuxia’s demonic laughter rings throughout the inn, causing everyone to look at her strangely, wondering where this crazy girl came from. But those sitting near Ye Zi’an would naturally have heard the conversation and, especially upon hearing Ye Zi’an’s words, would also laugh uncontrollably like Yang Chuxia.
As for the protagonist of this commotion, our Brother An, he is leisurely sipping his porridge, seemingly unaffected by the outside world.
Actually, Brother An is thinking: What are these people laughing at? Is it really that funny? He’s just telling the truth, just the truth, like when he said he can’t have children. Why are they all laughing non-stop?
It took quite a while for Yang Chuxia to stop laughing, and she looked at Ye Zi’an with a smile still on her face as she leaned against the table.
Facing her burning gaze, even the calm Ye Zi’an couldn’t remain composed. He put down his bowl and chopsticks, looked at her helplessly, and said, "Let’s go! We’re going to Mu’s Clinic." With that, Ye Zi’an stood up and walked out first.
Yang Chuxia quickly followed him.
By the time they reached Mu’s Clinic, the shop was already open for business. The two were greeted and led to the second floor.
"Please wait here for a while; our young master might not arrive until noon."
"Alright." Yang Chuxia thought that since they had already waited so long, it wouldn’t hurt to wait a little longer.
It must be said that this young master was quite punctual, punctual enough to be annoying because as Manager Mu had said he would come before noon, he really did arrive just before noon. He didn’t come even half an hour early, making Yang Chuxia and the others wait idly.
"Young Master Mu, are the items ready?"
Hearing this, Young Master Mu gave her a cold glance and snorted, "Of course, I keep my word." With a wave of his hand, his servant brought out several prepared boxes and placed them on the table, opening each of them for Yang Chuxia to inspect.
Inside the boxes, Yang Chuxia saw round items, some fresh leaves, and dried flower petals. She casually picked up a dried flower, sniffed it at the tip of her nose, and immediately felt dizzy. Quickly, she shook her head and put the petal back in the box.
This caused Young Master Mu to say, "So stupid, sniffing anything."
Ye Zi’an, upon hearing this, calmly glanced at Young Master Mu and said, "It’s better for Young Master Mu to hold his tongue."
Young Master Mu was stunned for a moment, then became unhappy. He wondered how a little girl dared to talk back to him, and now this stinky brat who popped out of nowhere also dared to talk back to him. There was no justice!
Yang Chuxia, hearing Ye Zi’an’s words, said, "Brother An, let’s not bother arguing with some people. Besides, some people are not so trustworthy, so it’s better for me to check these things myself." She was obviously referring to Young Master Mu’s actions with the pearl yesterday.