He could not be blamed for this. The robe belonged to Fire Dragon True Person, who had been a figure from ten thousand years ago. Would this style of dress not be old-fashioned? Besides, once worn, the robe kept out both cold and heat, fit him perfectly, and did not even gather dust. It was clearly a treasure—how could Zhang Xiaohua bear to take it off?
Yet when he considered the looks in other people's eyes, Zhang Xiaohua still felt like retreating. Public opinion could melt metal; he could not be too conspicuous, could he? As he was pondering this, the waiter had already brewed the tea and stood waiting eagerly at the side. Zhang Xiaohua did not understand at first, but when he reached for the teacup to take a sip, he suddenly realized: was the man not asking him for a tip?
It's all this robe's fault. Otherwise, I could have just asked for a cup of boiled water. Why did I need this damn Longjing tea? Sigh, I actually have to spend money because of this robe!
This miser did not stop to think about the countless Luminous Pearls in his money pouch, nor about how much wealth he had obtained from the Secret Chamber on West Cui Mountain. Yet here he was, haggling over someone's tip!
Zhang Xiaohua reached into his robes and fumbled around for a long while, frowning hard. Everything in the pouch's space was alarming stuff that he could not take out. As for what was actually in the pouch, it was the broken silver and several silver notes Zhang Xiaohu had stuffed into it when Zhang Xiaohua left Guo Village years ago. Where would he find any copper coins?
After thinking it over, he asked the long-awaiting waiter, "Waiter, how much is