Talia strode over.
Saina immediately swung the sack full of spices in front of Su Li, blocking him.
"If you're buying meat, go somewhere else. This man's taken." Hands on her hips, Saina guarded her food with a death grip.
Talia paid Saina no attention at all. Her eyes stayed fixed on Su Li.
"Can we find somewhere to talk?" Talia pointed toward a beautifully decorated elven teahouse on the street corner.
Su Li hefted the two sacks of ribs and cabbage in his hands. His arms were indeed getting a little sore.
"You're treating?"
Talia nodded.
"Let's go." Carrying the sacks, Su Li headed forward.
Inside the teahouse.
The place was exquisitely furnished, every piece of furniture made from the wood of ancient elven trees.
Su Li casually set the two sacks—one full of blood-dripping ribs, the other of mud-stained cabbages—on the expensive wooden table.
Several bloody watermarks were immediately pressed into the precious tabletop.
Talia's eyelids twitched wildly, but she forcibly held herself back.
She beckoned a server over and ordered a pot of exceptionally expensive elven flower tea.
The tea was served.
Saina leaned over and sniffed the cup, then shoved it aside in disgust.
"It smells like rotten leaves. It doesn't even have more bite than the scallions I bought yesterday."
Elena elegantly lifted her cup and took a sip, then set it down heavily.
"The water temperature is wrong too. The half-elf who brewed this tea is far too crude."
Talia looked at the two women, whose styles had absolutely nothing in common.
One wore a coarse cloth apron, while the other was dressed in a custom silk gown. She simply could not understand what kind of bizarre combination these three were.
She refocused on Su Li.
"Could you put the sacks on the floor?