In short, as far as Zhongli was concerned, everything had to be the best.
Desserts were no exception.
Watching Zhongli casually buy the teahouse's finest desserts, some of the nearby patrons listening to stories couldn't help marveling at his wealth.
But the next moment, Zhongli set down his teacup and said calmly, "As before, send the entire bill to Wangsheng Funeral Parlor."
Everyone exchanged glances.
Personal expenses, paid for by the business?
As expected of Mister Zhongli.
Hearing this, Fang Xun immediately objected.
He couldn't let this chance to spend money go to waste.
"Mister Zhongli, let me pay this time."
"After all, there are three of us here. It wouldn't feel right to make you pay."
Fang Xun had expected Zhongli to politely refuse.
He hadn't expected Zhongli to nod without hesitation.
"Very well. Then I'll let Mister Fang Xun treat us to this meal."
Fang Xun: "???"
Zhongli was such a sly old fox. He really didn't know how to be polite.
Just then, Zhongli put down his teacup and spoke slowly. "I can't let Mister Fang Xun pay for nothing, either."
"Liyue is a city of contracts, where everything is governed by contractual exchange."
"You've invited me for tea, Mister Fang Xun. In return, I can do one thing for you."
Zhongli paused, then added, "As long as it's within Zhongli's abilities."
He had specifically emphasized that the favor would be done in his capacity as Zhongli.
Fang Xun's heart stirred at that.
So Old Master Zhongli wasn't quite as eager to freeload as he was in the game.
At the very least, he was willing to make a fair exchange.
But Fang Xun couldn't think of anything he needed Zhongli to do just then.
He decided to bring it up another time.
Before long, the teahouse's