Chapter 782
When it comes to roasting others, Yang Fan and Zhou Yingnan have plenty to talk about.
Thanks to the Gao Mo incident, the two of them seamlessly cursed for nearly twenty minutes, only stopping when the items they ordered arrived, shifting their attention to what they had ordered.
Yang Fan noticed that the owner of this shop indeed had a strong disdain for tea.
The "green tea" served turned out to be flower tea, and not even a good kind.
Outside, about half a pound of it would cost no more than twenty or thirty bucks.
Although Sanping’s tea plantation wasn’t as large as Xin’an’s, it still owned small-scale tea farms.
In a tea-producing area like this, using such subpar flower tea and selling it as green tea, and charging twenty per cup, was utterly ridiculous.
"There’s one thing I really can’t figure out—does the owner of this shop not even bother to check anything else? If he just looked around the market a little, he wouldn’t be selling this stuff as green tea, right?" Yang Fan said, exasperated.
"I already told you earlier." Zhou Yingnan said indifferently. "But I urge you not to bother. The shop owner is mentally ill; it’s pointless to argue."
"When you say ’mentally ill,’ do you mean he’s actually sick or just acting irrationally?" Yang Fan asked.
Zhou Yingnan glanced toward the back of the shop, lowered her voice, and said, "He has dissociative identity disorder, and the funny thing is, his other personality has a mental illness."