Some Renown

Yimo was dressed in white Hanfu embroidered with golden plum blossoms. Carrying a Fengshui Folding Fan in one hand and smiling, he headed straight for Kanwairen.

When he reached Kanwairen's table, he called to the waiter, "Little brother, bring us three flasks of the finest and most expensive wine in the house, a pot of fruit tea, and a few plates of dried fruit and snacks!"

"Put everything this table has had so far on my tab!"

The waiter caught the gold ingot Yimo tossed him, his face nearly splitting into a grin. He raised his voice and called cheerfully, "You got it, Young Master! Our Dream Immortal Wine is one of Qiao Kingdom's finest. Even the immortals say it's good!"

"Our dried fruit and snacks are all freshly made, using a secret recipe that's been in our family for a hundred years. They'll leave you wanting more!"

"And our fruit tea is made with the finest ingredients from Changqing. You're sure to love it!"

"Please wait a moment, you two. I'll bring everything right over!" As he spoke, the waiter noticed there were no stools beside Yimo's table. He hurriedly carried two over from a nearby table and set them in front of Kanwairen. After vigorously wiping them down with his sleeve, he left with a smile.

After sitting down, Yimo said nothing.

He smiled and calmly sized up Kanwairen.

As before, Kanwairen drank one cup after another, seemingly with no intention of speaking to Yimo.

The blue-haired woman, however, seemed ill at ease when Yimo sat down. She kept glancing at him, her brows faintly furrowed.

Perhaps sensing that the atmosphere had grown a little awkward, she finally spoke to Yimo. "Do you two know each other?"

"If you have something to discuss, I can step away."

Yimo