Fang Jie glared at Xiang Qingniu, and with just one sentence, he dispelled Xiang Qingniu's idea of risking his life to drink.
"I won't pay for the drinks."
Hearing this, Xiang Qingniu immediately deflated. He had the courage to risk his life to drink, but he absolutely lacked the audacity to pay for his own wine. Back in the Northwest, he had saved so much silver entirely thanks to his frugality. Moreover, he saved silver for things he absolutely had to do, things he would never regret doing.
"You wouldn't come here if you had nothing to do."
Fang Jie pushed a steaming bowl of soup noodles in front of Xiang Qingniu, handed him a pair of chopsticks, and asked, "Speak, what's the matter that troubles you to come all this way? If you're here to brag about how good the food at Qingxu Tem
