Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao, who was wearing servant's clothes, and said earnestly, "I can't conjure the nobility you want. This is fine."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao lowered her head to look at her white and blue servant uniform, puckered her lips, and said, "You're messing with me."
"No, your demands are too high, and my magic is limited. This is it. At least it's cleaner than your beggar's rags," Feng Qishi shrugged.
At this moment, Mu Anxiao finally saw clearly. Feng Qishi wasn't trying to mess with her; she wouldn't believe it.
But since her own magic was limited, she could only accept her current attire, with no other recourse.
"Let's go." Not angry, she gestured towards the alley entrance.
Feng Qishi asked, "Aren't you angry?"
"Does being angry help?" Mu Anxiao retorted, glared at Feng Qishi, and walked towards the alley entrance.
Feng Qishi had expected Mu Anxiao to become furious and beat him up. To his disappointment, she reacted this way.
"Wait for me," Feng Qishi followed Mu Anxiao.
On the way back to the tavern, no matter how much Feng Qishi spoke, Mu Anxiao remained silent.
This made Feng Qishi feel like a complete fool.
"Can you say something?" Feng Qishi nudged Mu Anxiao's arm.
Mu Anxiao deliberately moved a step aside and said, "Even in these clothes, I still have my dignity. I won't obey your commands." She looked straight ahead with a proud expression.
To Feng Qishi, it was better for Mu Anxiao to acknowledge him than not, regardless of what she said. He would accept it.
"Alright, how about we play a game now?"
"No."
"This game is very fun. It's called role-playing. You are a true young master, and I am your servant. However, due to family circumstances, you cannot..."
"Why don't you say you're my maid?" Mu Anxiao glanced sideways at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi paused and said, "I wish I could be your maid, but... the conditions don't allow it."
"It's hilarious for a man to read romance novels," Mu Anxiao remarked.
"How did you know I read... books for girls?" Feng Qishi lost his confidence.
In his previous life, Feng Qishi had flipped through two books meant for girls out of boredom. Initially, he found them uninteresting, but the further he read, the more he enjoyed them, even memorizing the plots.
He had assumed Mu Anxiao hadn't read them and intended to use the plot to build her confidence. Who knew she would mock him like this.
"I've read the book you're talking about," Mu Anxiao said, tugging at her sleeve. "Now, I can forgive you."
"You're going to negotiate with me?"
"Clever. Treat me to their shop's fried chicken later, and they have milk tea too."
"Which eye did you see milk tea in?" Feng Qishi asked, surprised.
"Both eyes. The decor inside is very similar to modern times. They've hung their menus on the wall."
Feng Qishi hadn't smelled alcohol in the tavern earlier, but even so, he didn't support Mu Anxiao's fanciful idea.
"My dear lady, this is a tavern. You're talking about milk tea, what are you thinking?"
Mu Anxiao turned to look at Feng Qishi and said earnestly, "There really is."
"If there is, I'll buy it for you. If not, you'll do as I say," Feng Qishi was sure Mu Anxiao had misread.
"Fine," Mu Anxiao agreed.
A few minutes later...
Feng Qishi sat at the table, looking up at the menu board hanging on the wall behind the counter. A twitch played at the corner of his mouth as he said, "This is a blatant imitation."
"It's clearly the work of the vine spirit," Mu Anxiao said, resting her chin on her hand, sitting opposite Feng Qishi.
Next, a waiter placed the menu on the table, then took out a piece of Xuan paper and a brush, saying, "Please order!" He pointed at the menu.
Hearing this, Feng Qishi withdrew his gaze and looked down at the menu. "No, you have this, why do you still have that hanging up?" he asked, pointing towards the counter.
The waiter offered a professional fake smile. "The boss asked us to hang that. We don't really know, maybe it's for decoration. You can just look at this." He pointed at the menu.
Mu Anxiao looked at the milk tea shop, which was far more crudely made compared to modern ones, and sneered, "I'll order." She took the menu, glanced at it, and said, "I want a cup of milk tea, and then... hmm... a fried chicken leg, Gong Bao chicken, fish-flavored shredded pork, and a bowl of rice."
Feng Qishi listened to Mu Anxiao's practiced ordering and looked at the waiter diligently taking notes. He asked, "Hey, are you really writing that down? She's my servant." He pointed at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao's expression turned cold, and she glared at Feng Qishi.
The waiter paused his movements, glanced at Mu Anxiao, and said, "This humble one believes this is what your servant ordered for you." With that, he continued his notes.
Mu Anxiao smiled faintly.
Seeing Mu Anxiao smile, Feng Qishi sighed without saying anything.
Subsequently, after the waiter finished noting down the order, he asked, "Anything else?"
"Young Master, anything else?" Mu Anxiao asked deliberately.
"A pot of..."
Before Feng Qishi could utter two words, Mu Anxiao quickly interrupted, "Just another cup of your milk tea."
"Coming right up," the waiter replied, adding a number behind milk tea and saying, "Five taels of silver."
"Now?" Feng Qishi asked.
"Yes," the waiter nodded.
Feng Qishi smiled helplessly. "Alright." He then took out five taels of silver and handed them to the waiter.
The waiter accepted the silver, picked up the menu and other items, bowed slightly to Feng Qishi, and walked away.
At this moment, the service here was very similar to the modern world, causing Feng Qishi to have a moment of disorientation.
Mu Anxiao loved the feeling here; it was freedom.
Following this, Feng Qishi glanced at Mu Anxiao and asked, "Why didn't you let me order?"
"Drinking will delay things," Mu Anxiao said, still resting her chin on her hand.
"This is a tavern, not ordering wine would be an insult to its reputation," Feng Qishi argued logically.
Mu Anxiao said nonchalantly, "To me, everything here is a mess."
"Just like you," Feng Qishi pointed at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi.
Then, Feng Qishi suddenly stared at Mu Anxiao's lips and said, "Mu Dummy, how are you feeling today?"
"....."
Mu Anxiao didn't understand the meaning behind Feng Qishi's words. She averted her gaze. What she looked forward to now, besides a special meal, was waiting for Wan Sha to come out.
She didn't want to think or speak about anything else.
Seeing that Mu Anxiao was ignoring him, Feng Qishi asked, "Mu Dummy, why aren't you responding when I'm talking to you?"
Mu Anxiao said impatiently, "Why should I respond? I don't understand what you're saying."
"Look at me," Feng Qishi suddenly said.