Without spending a single coin, Zhang Xiaohua had drunk a pot of fine Longjing tea at the tea stall. Never mind whether the tea leaves were truly Longjing, and never mind whether he really needed tea at all—taking advantage of others felt downright exhilarating!
You think I don't know what you're up to? You really take me for some young master who's never seen the world? Heh heh, after all that wind and sun on the deserted island, could my face have turned into that of some pretty boy instead?
Zhang Xiaohua touched his cheek, rather pleased with himself.
He was just about to withdraw his divine sense when he suddenly saw bald-patched Ji Xiaohua running anxiously out from one side of the tea stall. He was quite surprised. He had a good impression of this servant boy. Of course, without the contrast of that shop assistant, Zhang Xiaohua might not have noticed how outstanding the boy was. At the very least, the boy had exchanged a hundred copper coins for him without pocketing a single one, nor had he lingered around asking for a reward.
After leaving the grass shelter, Ji Xiaohua stood on the main road and anxiously looked left and right. After thinking for a moment, he ran in the direction of Songning Town.
Zhang Xiaohua was already eighteen, at the age when young men grew rapidly. He now stood a head taller than most people, but there were plenty of passersby on the road. With Ji Xiaohua's small stature, how could he possibly spot him?
Zhang Xiaohua did not know whether the bald-patched boy was looking for him, but he still slowed down and revealed a sliver of himself amid the crowd. His black robe was rather conspicuous. The moment his shadow appeared, Ji Xiaohua's eyes