Fu Zhen couldn't bear any losses and was about to stab at him with a few words. But when she saw the bowl of tofu pudding covered with thick walnut crumbs and dried osmanthus, she paused: "You like this too?"
Pei Zhan held the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, eating slowly. Then he glanced up: "'Too'?"
The shopkeeper beside them had apparently been holding back but couldn't anymore: "General, Miss Fu just had four bowls of tofu pudding, all with sesame oil flavor!"
Pei Zhan glanced across, pulled out a handkerchief to lightly wipe the corner of his mouth: "Is that so? What a coincidence. Shopkeeper, give each of my guards behind me three bowls. Add more if it's not enough. Miss Fu will cover the bill."
Fu Zhen followed his gaze—oh great!
