Seeing the two lying on the chairs contentedly, patting their stomachs, Mu Hanyan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing their stance earlier, she was really worried they might even gnaw on the plates.
"Waiter, the bill." Ling Baobao shouted out loud while toothpicking.
"Coming right up!" A waiter quickly ran over.
"Lord Mu, Miss Mu, sorry for the inconvenience. I should have treated this meal, but I didn't bring enough silver taels. Once we return to Huayu Temple, I'll host a banquet for all of you." Sikong Qinglan said, embarrassed.
"No worries, it's just a meal after all." Ling Baobao threw a large ingot of silver casually and got up with carefree ease.
This guy, despite his shady tricks, is incredibly straightforward.
Sikong Qinglan smiled wryly, not saying much else.
Shortly after, they left the restaurant.
Gazing at Sikong Qinglan's slightly gaunt figure ahead, Mu Hanyan was deep in thought. This Priest Sikong wasn't just thrifty, he was genuinely poor.
