Mu Anxiao knitted her brows and turned to Feng Qishi, asking, "What are you doing?"
Feng Qishi pointed at Mu Anxiao's lips.
Mu Anxiao followed the direction of Feng Qishi's finger, touched her own mouth, and asked, "Why are you pointing at my mouth?"
"You ask me why I'm pointing at your mouth?" Feng Qishi retorted.
Mu Anxiao was too lazy to guess Feng Qishi's thoughts and deliberately shifted her gaze, saying, "It's strange, they've been here for over ten minutes, why hasn't Wan Sha appeared?"
Feng Qishi smiled, watching Mu Anxiao's earnest expression as she intentionally changed the subject, and took a sharp breath, saying, "I find it strange."
Hearing this, Mu Anxiao turned her attention back to Feng Qishi's face and asked, "What is it you find strange now?"
"Wan Sha's identity seems a bit unusual, doesn't it? How did she open this tavern?" Feng Qishi asked in a low voice.
Mu Anxiao had also pondered this question. At first, she wondered how a demon soul could open a tavern, and even if she wanted to, wouldn't people need to be able to see it?
However, based on her ten years of experience, she remembered that a vine spirit could stay in the mortal world for so long, even transforming into human form.
What couldn't he do here!
"The vine spirit used the chain as its body to do as it pleased, so it could naturally help Wan Sha."
"What does Wan Sha rely on?"
Mu Anxiao could not unilaterally tell Feng Qishi this answer, so she lowered her head, thought for a moment, and then said, "She relies on the Mandarava."
Initially, Mu Anxiao thought it was a trick by the vine spirit, but then she thought about the courtyard where Wan Sha lived, the various plants and flowers there, and the single Mandarava. Looking at the tavern now, she understood.
"You mean, her current true form is... the Mandarava?" Feng Qishi asked extremely cautiously.
Mu Anxiao said, "Yes, if I'm not mistaken, she probably doesn't come here often."
"I'll ask," Feng Qishi said, turning to the waiter who was carrying a tray. "Where is your boss?"
The waiter placed the tray on the table and said, "I don't know."
"Is your boss a woman?" Feng Qishi asked again.
Hearing Feng Qishi's question, which was so direct, Mu Anxiao helplessly lowered her head.
This question would make anyone think of all sorts of things, including the waiter.
"A woman, why do you ask?"
"Just asking."
"No guest has ever cared whether our boss is a man or a woman. You're a strange person."
"Don't misunderstand," Feng Qishi said, noticing the waiter's guarded gaze. "I just think the interior decoration here is very unique and also very cozy. I thought a man wouldn't have such a discerning eye."
"You're right, our boss's taste is indeed unusual."
Feng Qishi hadn't expected that what he considered unique would be called strange by the waiter.
"You think it's strange?"
"No, to be honest," the waiter said, handing a teacup to Mu Anxiao, "Our decoration is indeed unique, but the only drawback is the lack of business."
"Why is there no business?" Feng Qishi asked curiously.
"People dare not come in, and everyone prefers to drink alcohol, who wants to drink tea with milk?" The waiter pointed to the teacup in front of Mu Anxiao.
"You have a point," Feng Qishi agreed.
Then, the waiter glanced around and said, "Please enjoy, I can't say more."
Feng Qishi asked, "Why can't you say more?"
The waiter whispered, "Walls have ears, and I'm not the only waiter here. I still want to keep my job."
"Oh, can you pack this to go?" Feng Qishi suddenly asked.
The waiter was clearly not very familiar with the term "pack to go." The moment Feng Qishi said it, his expression froze.
Seeing the waiter's confused look, Feng Qishi patiently said, "I mean..."
"You can go," Mu Anxiao interrupted.
The waiter responded, "Okay," and turned to leave.
Feng Qishi reluctantly withdrew his gaze, which had been fixed on the waiter, and looked at Mu Anxiao, who had started eating a chicken drumstick, asking, "Why didn't you let me finish?"
Mu Anxiao said while eating, "What's there to say? We'll finish these."
Feng Qishi had originally wanted to bring some food back for Xiao Zeng, but hearing Mu Anxiao say this, he didn't dare to say anything more.
"...."
Mu Anxiao also saw Feng Qishi's intention and said, "Xiao Zeng only likes silver. Besides, it might not be appropriate to bring him our leftovers!"
"I think he would like it," Feng Qishi said plaintively.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Feng Qishi's wronged expression and said, "Finish eating, and then let's go find Wan Sha."
"Putting everything else aside, can you finish all this?" Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao and asked.
Mu Anxiao shrugged her shoulders, "I don't know, I'll try."
"Alright, let's see if you can finish it," Feng Qishi picked up his cup and took a sip of milk tea, exclaiming in surprise, "Oh my, this tastes just like the one over there."
"It would be great if there were pearls," Mu Anxiao said, picking up her chopsticks and stirring the milk tea.
Feng Qishi calmly looked at Mu Anxiao's actions and expressed his disgust, "You're really disgusting."
"I'm not asking you to drink it," Mu Anxiao glared at Feng Qishi.
Feng Qishi pouted, then deliberately glanced at Mu Anxiao's greasy lips and said, "It seems you feel nothing at all!"
At the same time, Mu Anxiao once again noticed Feng Qishi's gaze and asked, "Why do you keep looking at my mouth? Could it be that you want to eat what I've spat out?"
The moment Mu Anxiao said this, Feng Qishi was speechless.
"...."
Seeing Feng Qishi's extremely disgusted look, Mu Anxiao couldn't help but smile, "If you know I'm disgusting, then don't keep looking at my mouth. I'll really start to overthink things."
"You eat your food!" Feng Qishi rolled his eyes at Mu Anxiao.
In a short while, Mu Anxiao had finished all the food.
Feng Qishi looked at Mu Anxiao in surprise and asked, "Are you a pig?"
Mu Anxiao patted her belly and glared fiercely at Feng Qishi, "Shen the Mad, if you describe me with that word again, be careful, I won't be polite to you."
In the alley, Feng Qishi hadn't clearly heard the nickname Mu Anxiao had given him. Now that Mu Anxiao mentioned it, he frowned, "What did you call me?"
"Shen the Mad," Mu Anxiao repeated righteously.
Feng Qishi's eyes widened.
Mu Anxiao said, "Your eyes aren't big to begin with, why are you staring?"
Hearing this, Feng Qishi returned his eyes to their normal size and said, "I don't like that nickname."
Mu Anxiao asked, "What does it matter to me if you don't like it?"
Feng Qishi said, "I didn't say it had anything to do with you."