"Made it yourself?" The three girls all looked at him in surprise.
Jiang Ning remained composed. "Yeah."
Wang Xue took a sip of milk tea. While marveling at its rich flavor, she also accepted Jiang Ning's explanation. Wa Temple Town didn't sell milk tea like this.
Ji Yan sipped her milk tea and glanced over the cup. She had never imagined Jiang Ning knew so well how to enjoy himself.
"Since you bought the milk tea, I'll cover the pool table tonight." Ji Yan clenched her hand into a fist, bold and forthright.
She handed over twenty yuan. "Boss, this table is mine."
The owner was a middle-aged woman. The pool hall was only a front; inside was actually a Black Internet Cafe with more than ten computers.
Upon seeing Ji Yan, she recognized her and smiled warmly. "I'll only charge you four yuan an hour."
Ji Yan said, "It's fine. Didn't the price go up? Charge us the new rate. Four hours."
Compared to the nicely renovated pool halls of later years, where even group deals started at fifteen yuan an hour and tables with silver or gold legs cost thirty or forty yuan or more, Wa Temple Town really was dirt cheap now.
Wang Xue curled her lip. "You sure made twenty yuan sound like two hundred."
Still, Jiang Ning smiled. "Sister Yan is generous."
After all, three naturally pretty girls were willing to come out at night and play with him. By the later standards for Billiards Tutors, that would definitely count as a high price.
"Same old rules. Black Eight."
The rules of Black Eight were simple. There were sixteen balls: one black, one white, seven solid-colored balls, and seven Double Color Balls. Whoever cleared their own balls first and then sank the black ball won.