Where was Chen Yu?
Dozens of tables of guests, over a hundred servants, and armored soldiers all heard the old master's voice clearly.
Yet not many had heard the name "Chen Yu."
"Chen Yu? Who is Chen Yu?"
"I do not know. This old man has never heard of him."
"Could it be Chen Yi or Chen Qingzhou?"
"No. Old Marquis Xiao said it clearly. His name is Chen Yu."
The guests from outside Shuzhou naturally had not heard Chen Yu's name and mostly guessed that the old master had called the wrong name.
But within Shu Prefecture City, anyone familiar with Hundred Herbs Hall knew that Chen Yu was its owner.
Among them were Fu Jiyan of the Fu Family, Wan Rourou of the Wan Family, Tang Zixin, and the others.
Fu Jiyan looked left and right. "The owner of Hundred Herbs Hall, Chen Yu, is here too?"
Over the past few days, he had visited Hundred Herbs Hall several times without seeing Chen Yu, and he could not help feeling somewhat regretful.
Thus, at this moment, he was the most enthusiastic.
Wan Rourou was the same.
However, she had not benefited from Hundred Herbs Hall. Rather, because of the Wan Family Medicine Hall, she was extremely curious how Hundred Herbs Hall had managed to prosper so spectacularly.
Naturally, she was even more interested in the formulas for those tea drinks.
As they murmured among themselves, Chen Yi turned his head toward the old master and said with a smile, "Boss Chen came by earlier and was resting briefly in Chunhe Garden."
The old master gave an oh. "Then where is he now?"
Chen Yi replied with a smile, "He had business to attend to and returned to Hundred Herbs Hall."
Bao Tong, the Marquis's mansion's chief butler standing