"He's coming~ He's coming~~ What are you howling about in the middle of the night?" Li Xiaoyao's wolfish howl drew a scolding, and a middle-aged woman who had clearly just woken up came down from the inn's second floor.
The woman still had a lingering charm about her. Her features were still refined, but her face was already marked by the hardships of life.
Hao Shuai knew she had to be Li Xiaoyao's aunt, Aunt Li.
Although Aunt Li looked like a fierce woman in her forties or fifties, Hao Shuai knew she was only in her thirties—the age when a woman was at her most mature. It was just that life had worn her down and made her look older than she was.
Sigh~~ Aunt Li really was a poor woman.
Hao Shuai decided to do a good deed and spare her the suffering of being poisoned.
As soon as Aunt Li came downstairs, she snatched the silver from Li Xiaoyao's hand. Then, beaming at Hao Shuai, she said, "Please wait a moment, sir. I'll go prepare some food and wine for you."
With that, she turned and headed for the kitchen, reminding Li Xiaoyao to take good care of their generous customer before she left.
Li Xiaoyao naturally didn't dare disobey. He eagerly picked up the teapot and poured Hao Shuai a cup of tea.
Hao Shuai saw the dark yellow scale coating the bottom of the teacup and immediately lost any desire to drink. He made some small talk with Li Xiaoyao instead. "Young man, I don't think I've gotten your name yet."
"My name's Li Xiaoyao. The woman just now is my aunt, and this inn belongs to our family." Li Xiaoyao was clearly a talkative person—or, more accurately, the type to act like old friends