"Why are you standing there? Haven't you seen the guests arrive?" Old Bi glared at those few people, "Hurry up and prepare tea for the guests!"
Upon hearing this, several young attendants quickly responded and rushed to prepare the tea.
Soon, steaming tea was brought up. Du Bingxue was the first to pour a cup, sniffing it at the tip of his nose, and after a moment, smiled at Shen Qinglan and the others, "Good tea."
Upon hearing this, everyone knew the tea was fine, and they began to drink it at ease.
Old Bi chuckled, "Rest assured, everyone, the tea here is top-notch, we never deceive our guests!"
Le Zhao raised a brow, "Shopkeeper, this place looks nice, why is there not a single guest?"
"Sigh—" Old Bi sighed wistfully, pretending to be in distress, "The guests, as you just saw, are few; everyone must rely on their skills to attract customers. So far, including you, this tavern has welcomed only the third batch of guests."
