"Miss~" The maid who had been speaking to Yuan Ya immediately became displeased. "Didn't we just visit Little Gold Temple a few days ago? The master said..."
"Qing Huan!" The woman reprimanded her lightly. "I did not tell you to speak. Why are you saying so much?"
"Yes, Miss!" The maid helplessly took several copper coins from the purse at her waist, then shook the empty purse and said, "Miss, there are only these few copper coins left!"
"Daoist Master..." The woman's voice came again from within the sedan chair. "I'm terribly sorry, but this is all that remains..."
"No~" Daoist Master Xiao waved his hand. "This old man was not asking Miss for money! Besides, even if Miss wished to give some, you should wait until this old man has finished speaking. Then Miss may decide whether what this old man says is worth hearing, and whether..."
"If they tell you to take them, then take them!" Qing Huan was unhappy. It seemed that when she had spoken to Yuan Ya, Yuan Ya had not been particularly warm either.
Qing Huan immediately tossed those copper coins onto the table. Clack, clack! As the coins fell, one of them rolled in a circle across the tabletop before actually dropping to the ground.
Daoist Master Xiao was deeply embarrassed. He somewhat wanted to pick it up, yet did not want to squat down...
"Hehe, Daoist Master Xiao, your buns are here!" Xiao Hua happened to walk over with a smile. He bent down, picked up the copper coin, and placed it together with the oil-paper parcel on the table.
Smelling the fragrance of the buns, Daoist Master Xiao could not help swallowing. Though he did so discreetly, the movement in his throat could not escape Qing Huan, who stood nearby. The