Li Qiye belched after drinking his soup and sat there lazily.

Qing Shi felt so comfortable as well and lay back on his chair, rubbing his stomach. He felt bad because he drank at least two-thirds of the soup. He didn’t say anything because the conversation seemed to be between these two.

He knew that the old man was treating Li Qiye, not him who got lucky enough to ride Li Qiye’s coattails. He remained curious about Li Qiye’s intention.

“Are you satisfied now, Customer?” The old man put the pot and bowls away before enthusiastically smiling.

“Mmm, sure.” Li Qiye stretched, looking like a young master.

“Is there anything else...