Bam!
The bowls and dishes on the table rattled, nearly falling off onto the ground.
Zhang Yuan silently grabbed a donkey meat sandwich, took a bite, and felt it wasn't as tasty as before.
The robust woman sitting opposite him glanced at him, curling her lips in disdain.
The teahouse owner, trembling, brought over a pot of cold tea and cautiously said, "Please enjoy your tea, distinguished guests."
Earlier, he had witnessed this woman trampling two men and dared not show any sign of negligence.
The robust woman asked, "How much is it?"
Her voice was very gruff, making her seem even more intimidating.
The teahouse owner was startled for a moment, then timidly replied, "Uh, three coins."
In fact, a pot of cold tea cost five coins, but he was afraid that asking for more would make her angry.
After all, his old bones couldn't withstand a trampling!
The robust woman reached into her bosom and rummaged around, pulling out two copper coins.
She was one coin short.
