"How's the taste?"
Things like temperament are indeed abstract, but often hard to conceal.
It took an entire Burial Scroll's worth of time for Fu Qian to savor the pomegranate juice and sausage thoroughly.
While his focus and delight made it somewhat difficult for the shopkeeper to look directly at him, the infectiousness was astounding.
Watching the whole process out of the corner of her eye, the elderly lady couldn't resist conducting a customer satisfaction survey as she saw Fu Qian breathe a deeply contented sigh.
"It's good, just a bit expensive."
Fu Qian's evaluation was both exaggerated and sincere, as his gaze fell on a nearby spot.
Apparently, it also belonged to the aforementioned historical building, so much so that its white exterior was not only yellowing but even moldy in many places, teeming with life.
The key feature is its unique shape, resembling several square boxes stacked together; at first glance, it looks like a misaligned block game.
