Ming Lingyi saw that everyone had caught on. They exchanged glances—some things were better left unsaid.
She stroked her chin, feigning a very composed demeanor. "Since it's an Immortal Brew, it's naturally no ordinary vintage. We're only offering this one special pot, so it being a bit more expensive is to be expected, right?"
Everyone nodded. Not a single person objected.
This was especially true for Wu Zhao Yi. He had noticed it earlier in the main hall. If he hadn't taken the initiative to ask the Xie family's Second Master what he wanted to eat, the man would have simply sat there occupying a table without ordering a thing.
'The absolute nerve of that guy.'
"Regardless of how well we serve him, this Second Master of the Xie family won't be gracing our restaurant with his presence again," Wu Zhao Yi said. "This is a one-time transaction to begin with."
Ming Lingyi smiled. Coincidentally, she felt the same way.
