"Let me get you another bowl."
"No, I can't drink much, it's a waste."
"Then let's get an extra bowl." With that, Chen Yi asked the proprietress for an empty bowl.
Miss Donggong couldn't stop him in time, and the bowl was already brought to the table. She turned her eyes around playfully.
As Chen Yi drank his milk tea, he watched the acrobatics in the West Market with idle boredom. The milk tea was salty, paired with puffed rice. It felt more like drinking porridge than tea... thinking this way made it more acceptable.
His gaze casually scanned another crowd across the street. It didn't seem like they were performing monkey tricks or smashing stones. The shouts were short and powerful, interspersed with the sharp sound of weapons cutting through the air, as if it was a martial arts performance. Such acts were not uncommon in Chang'an Li, often performed by fallen Martial Artists or Jianghu troupes, wielding swords and staves to earn some tips.
