Chapter 113: Eat When You're Hungry

Pressing the call button on the small tea table behind the screen, Maswei said, “My guest hasn’t had lunch. What kind of snacks do you have? Please send one serving first.”

“No, five servings! I want five! I’m really hungry!” Yang Changfeng quickly shouted.

At the teahouse, one could easily eat three servings without feeling full; five servings still only half-satisfied. And you want just one serving?

Maswei was at a loss for words.

How embarrassing! In a place like Tea People Teahouse, everyone is refined and careful not to order too much for fear of being laughed at. Yet this fellow casually orders five servings right away.

Should I get you another five servings? Why don’t you just eat yourself sick?

The receptionist on the phone sensed Maswei’s embarrassment and quickly tried to smooth things over gently: “Alright, please wait a moment. May I ask your esteemed guest to choose which flavors of snacks they would like?”

“Are there many flavors to choose from?” Yang Changfeng was delighted and quickly called out, “Bring one of each.”

Damn it, I just want to strangle this shameless man!

Maswei was nearly in tears, overwhelmed with resentment. Why did she have to choose Tea People Teahouse for this?

The server couldn’t help but chuckle, “Very well, please wait a moment. Today we have twelve kinds of snacks, which will arrive in fifteen minutes.”

Maswei hardly knew how she managed to say “thank you.” She swore that before nightfall, hundreds of people would be teasing her mercilessly for bringing such a shameless man to dine at Tea People Teahouse.

This is a place for tea drinking, not for meals!

Could it be that this guy is some penniless nobody with no worldly experience?

Before she could even complain to Yang Changfeng, he, pretending to care for her, sulked, “If not for the fact that you’re a public figure, I’d insist on ordering two servings of each. By the way, can we pack the leftovers to go?”

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Maswei lowered her head and muttered a faint “mm.” She swore that if she ever had the chance to meet Yang Changfeng again, she would definitely take him to a humble little eatery. Such upscale places were simply not suitable for people like him.

Perhaps he was truly someone who only dealt with cold metals like swords and racing cars—he simply didn’t understand what it meant to enjoy oneself.

Forget it, she was too tired to be angry with him.

Yang Changfeng rubbed his hands together and cheered, “Thank you so much! I really appreciate it. If the snacks are good, I’ll pack some to bring back and share with them.”

Chen Aijia probably wouldn’t care, but Xu Jie’er and Xiu’er definitely hadn’t tried these. And then there’s Old Zhang—he’s a good person; we should think of him. I heard Old Zhang’s child is still at school. Bringing some back for the kid to try would be a good thing.

Otherwise, it would be wasteful for this rich crowd to let good food go to waste.

Maswei had become numb. She was certain that nothing in her life could embarrass her more than this afternoon.

Her expression darkened, and Yang Changfeng frowned.

“Are you saying I shouldn’t eat your food?” Yang Changfeng was angry too. “I’ll pay you back later…”

“No need, really no need,” Maswei said, her tears nearly bursting from her forehead. What kind of person was this? Did he have no sense of shame at all?

It wasn’t that Yang Changfeng didn’t understand etiquette—he simply didn’t care about such rules.

Oh, so you’re saying if you come here for tea, you can’t eat a proper meal? Or you can’t even eat enough?

I’m giving your restaurant the honor of serving me!

Suddenly Maswei remembered something. This man had once handed her a house that money couldn’t buy without a second thought.

That house had made everyone in the circle envious. Someone surnamed Lan had even maliciously spread rumors in their social circle, saying a nouveau riche had gifted Maswei a small villa located at “Autumn Mountain” in Jiangzhou. From last night until this morning, Maswei had nearly been driven mad by the calls.

How many people would pay thirty million just for that set of keys?

Several top actresses in the entertainment industry and some music divas, relying on their status, had their agents contact Maswei to buy that key. But later, someone leaked that the key was gifted to a friend and not for sale. Those people grudgingly left by noon.

That was an incredible opportunity to mingle with the richest second-generation heirs in one of the world’s wealthiest metropolises—and it had been won by that little brat. Why couldn’t they have such a foolish rich benefactor?

Maswei timidly said, “By the way, I handed the key over to the Princess and asked her to help return it.”

“The Princess?”

Yang Changfeng looked puzzled.

“That’s the owner of Tea People Teahouse. In the capital, everyone calls her the Princess,” Maswei said, lowering her eyelids. She was afraid Yang Changfeng would get angry, but he surprisingly said, “They really think the world belongs to them. Whatever—you want to give it away, go ahead. It’s none of my business.”

Maswei froze, hiding her frustration behind the motions of brewing tea. After a long pause, she said, “But just now the Princess sent someone to take it back, saying I had to keep it, or else someone would be unhappy.”

She clearly understood what that meant—someone thought she was being supported by a man named Yang.

Yang Changfeng sneered, “You people are so damn fussy, overthinking every little thing. It’s just a house! And not even in the city center—damn it, just thinking about it makes me mad. What kind of person would give me a house in the city center? A place so remote, how am I supposed to live there?”

Maswei was stunned, almost thinking she misheard or that this guy had gone mad.

A city-center house? Five million would be enough, right? If you had the money, you could buy one.

That small villa? If someone gave you thirty million to buy it, consider yourself lucky! This wasn’t about money or housing function—it was the closest place to those super-rich heirs. A house in the city center?

Maswei was completely baffled. She finally realized there really are people in the world who are astonishingly simple.

But this guy, who was ready to fly into a rage and fight anyone at any moment—was he really that straightforward?

It didn’t add up. What kind of person was he, really?

Maswei changed her mind. This man wasn’t someone who cared about small gains. He could casually give away a house that no one could buy, yet he fussed over whether snacks were served with tea. What was he thinking?

With that thought, Maswei asked Yang Changfeng directly, “Why is that? If you can casually give away a house worth thirty million, why care about whether snacks are served with tea?”

Yang Changfeng didn’t even think and casually replied, “Are you stupid? Isn’t it obvious? I’m hungry.”

Hungry?

You said you’re hungry?

Maswei felt as if struck by lightning. She never would have guessed the answer could be so simple.

“But…” she wanted Yang Changfeng to give another answer, but what other explanation could be more reasonable?

Yes, if you’re hungry, you eat. That’s the most natural and undeniable reason of all!