Chapter 114: Furious

When other guests came to have tea, the most that the tea house would send out were three people to deliver snacks: one carrying the snacks, one with sunflower seeds, and one holding the recommended menu. But today, at the "Willow Shore Flower Hall," everyone at the Tea People Tea House got a lesson in hospitality—there were twelve people delivering snacks.

This wasn’t anyone else’s fault; it was simply their rule. Each portion of snacks had to be presented in a specially made box and carried with elegance throughout the delivery, with no awkward movements. So naturally, one person could only carry one box.

In addition, there were two people delivering sunflower seeds.

The front desk manager explained, “Miss Ma is a woman who values her face. We can’t wait for her to ask; we have to send the snacks early.”

And just like that, Ma Siwei made quite a name for herself at the Tea People Tea House today.

The news even reached the boss, who was entertaining friends in her exclusive pavilion called "Purple Qi Arrives from the East"—a woman with a terrifyingly influential reputation.

“So, this means that young Yang was really hungry?” The woman, in her forties but looking no older than thirty, smiled faintly as she glanced at the young man beside her. “Little Sun, what do you think? Is this young Yang really that extraordinary?”

Little Sun was none other than Sun Zhaoxing.

This guy had been eager to open a gym, but after some thought, he was nearly overwhelmed by the sheer amount of paperwork and permits required. So, he went straight to Princess Ye’s tea house and persistently begged her for help.

When Ma Siwei arrived, Sun Zhaoxing hadn’t paid much attention. Princess Ye curiously asked, “Are you really not going to hold this little starlet’s antics against her?” Sun Zhaoxing casually mentioned Yang Changfeng’s name.

To Princess Ye, Yang Changfeng’s identity was no secret, and Sun Zhaoxing didn’t bother hiding it.

Soon, the database confirmed that Yang Changfeng was indeed coming to have tea with Ma Siwei.

Sun Zhaoxing grinned wickedly, delighting in others’ misfortune. “Yang is doomed. Chen Aijia is no ordinary girl. If this guy doesn’t start worshipping instant noodles, I’ll give him a house within the Third Ring!”

Princess Ye playfully scolded him, “You’re the most shameless. Since he’s your friend, shouldn’t you warn him? Always hanging out with female celebrities like this won’t do. Besides, Miss Ma is quite a decent person—don’t spoil her. By the way, is this Yang guy really that rich? He casually gifts Miss Ma a house, and in the mountains, no less.”

Sun Zhaoxing laughed, “No way. This guy barely lives on his salary. That house was just given away because he didn’t want to get too entangled with the rich second generation in Jiangzhou. He’s not shallow like that. But I admire his honesty—if he’s hungry, he eats. He never worries about image or place. You wouldn’t believe it, but when he was in the Middle East a while back, he once went to a banquet where a crown prince was talking nonstop. This guy played a trick, cut the power on him, then went to the kitchen to eat his fill before coming back. I’ve never seen someone so shameless.”

Princess Ye raised an eyebrow. “Such a rebellious character? You better be careful. People like that are best left alone, especially if they have deep ties to the military. If you provoke them, it won’t end well for your family.”

That was common sense and didn’t need reminding.

Sun Zhaoxing’s gaze turned distant. He wasn’t shallow either.

Thirteen girls, each carrying a food box and led by a team leader, gracefully made their way into the Willow Shore Flower Hall. They saw Yang Changfeng holding his tea cup like an ancient swordsman drinking wine. They all smiled faintly. This man’s spirit and aura were extraordinary—he was clearly no one to be trifled with. He was a rare figure in the Tea People Tea House.

Yang Changfeng inhaled the aroma, fingers twitching, rubbing his hands together. “Finally here. I didn’t eat last night, only a little this morning. I’m starving—want some?”

He was quite polite, even remembering to ask Ma Siwei.

She responded with disdain, “You’re hosting. You’re hosting.”

Matcha-flavored cake and crispy meat-filled pies—indeed, the flavors were delightful. What annoyed Yang Changfeng was how small the portions were.

“If possible, pack one of each for me to take home. I want my two little sisters to try them. The girls have never had such fancy snacks,” he said unapologetically, tossing a snack into his mouth before washing his hands at a nearby sink and then reminding the team leader.

The team leader smiled gently and nodded. “Certainly. I’ll bring them to you when you leave. Would you like anything else?”

“This is enough. Just a taste,” Yang Changfeng waved his hand. “Thanks, ladies.”

Some people have a unique aura. Even without a melodious voice or carefully chosen words, they somehow easily win people’s favor.

Having seen many guests here who were all fussy and hesitant, this straightforward man was a breath of fresh air.

Thinking back to the last visitor, Lan Yiheng, the girls couldn’t help but compare. Unlike the celebrity who had come in earlier, arrogant and proud before knowing who the boss was, then immediately shrinking and not knowing how to sit properly, this man casually sat on a cushion and drank tea like it was wine. His aura was off the charts. He treated everything here with sincere ease.

He didn’t see the beautiful girls working in the "private club" as vulgar, nor did he think those who worked for Princess Ye were superior. When hungry, he ate. When he liked something, he bought more. This was impressive!

Ma Siwei never imagined the girls would think this way. After they left, she dared to lift her head and complain, “Why are you so impolite? And why ask for takeout?”

“If it’s good, I’ll take it to go. Got a problem with that?” Yang Changfeng replied coolly. “You all live so tightly, afraid to eat properly. What else are you going to do? Pretend to be someone important in front of extras to feel significant? I don’t care whose business this is. I’m here to consume, not to cause trouble or make scenes. If I’m hungry, I eat. If I like something, I want to take some home. What’s wrong with that?”

Uh...

There was really nothing wrong with that.

But...

“Isn’t it just careless about image?” Yang Changfeng sneered. “Image? Bullshit. No one’s paying that much attention to you; you’re not that important. So, if you’re hungry, eat. Everyone’s busy; who has time to watch you? Can you feed or give drinks to others? Save it. Think about it—if you were that important, would anyone bother you?”

He added, “But for you, caring about image isn’t wrong.” He shrugged proudly. “But I don’t have to. So, you all hold back when you’re hungry, but I’m going to eat when I’m hungry.”

Spending three days with this man was sure to drive anyone mad!