Chapter 883 - 122 Eat humble pie
"Hah, Drunken Immortal Residence truly is exceptional; just look at these cups, they’re not something ordinary people would use."
Xia Zheng caressed the teacup in his hand, his eyebrows slightly raised. That smile of his grew more and more improper the longer one looked at it.
As expected, Zhao Hongsheng’s face twitched, and he inwardly cursed the shopkeeper of Drunken Immortal Residence: Does that old coot think having nice things is the same as having taste?
Lin Yuan couldn’t help covering her mouth to stifle her laughter. The table full of gold and silver utensils was almost blinding, though she was still uncertain about Zhao Hongsheng’s ulterior motive for suddenly inviting them to dine.
"I’ve long heard about the exquisite dishes at Drunken Immortal Residence, and Drunken Immortal Tower in the Capital city is said to be even more so. However, having always lived in the palace, I’ve never had a chance to taste them," said Zhao Hongde with a smile. "Today, to have the opportunity to taste such delicious food, I must truly thank Second Brother."
Zhao Hongsheng gathered his wits and squeezed out a smile, "Third Brother, you are too kind. As a brother, it’s only natural for me to host a welcoming feast for you. Besides, Drunken Immortal Residence is a property of our mother’s family. With Second Brother and cousin arriving in Yecheng, how could I, as the eldest brother, not invite everyone over for a gathering?"
Zhao Hongsheng’s words sounded grand and righteous, but Xia Zheng curled his lip and gave a big eye-roll.
Lin Yuan understood Xia Zheng’s temperament well. She knew that even if he truly despised this overbearing wolf, he wouldn’t say anything rash at the moment. At least he should first figure out the big tail wolf’s intentions.
Zhao Hongde, with his good demeanor, really wanted to roll his eyes just like Xia Zheng, but he still held back, smiling and saying, "Then we have Second Brother to thank."
Just as they were speaking, the door to the elegant room opened, and Tang Ruyan came in with the waitstaff, carrying the dishes.
Zhao Hongsheng felt a sense of relief wash over him, grateful for the food’s arrival. If it had been any later, he feared he might have drowned in Xia Zheng’s glaring.