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The pot was not small, and Misha was generous enough to share it; a single pot was enough to feed a whole table of people. The man quickly waved his hand, saying it was too much and that one bowl would suffice.
Sang Qingxiao pulled Misha down to sit together, explaining that since it was the guest's first visit, they should consider it fate and not charge for the meal. They had been busy all day without eating, so they might as well gather around the table. If the guest preferred solitude, he could pretend he hadn’t said anything; if there were leftovers from the pot, they could pack it up for him to take away.
After saying this, he urged Misha to bring out a few more dishes. He first poured a cup of wine for the guest. Watching the shimmering hue of the drink, the guest took a sip in surprise.
He sighed, remarking that he had indeed come to the right place. People from Capital used to say that the only place worth visiting in Capital was Nectar, but now it had gained another contender with this establishment, The Food Haven. The wine here was even more flavorful than that at Nectar; in all his years of traveling, he had never encountered such a taste before. Could it be that the lady brewed it herself?
"It's bought; I can't disclose my suppliers," Sang Qingxiao replied with a smile.
"That’s just a casual question; I hope I didn’t offend you," the guest said.
"You are very polite; I know you were just asking casually. There’s no offense taken," Sang Qingxiao responded while secretly observing him. Although he wore ordinary clothes, his demeanor and speech were anything but ordinary. Even if he tried to conceal it, an air of nobility had already seeped into his very bones, making him pleasing to behold in every gesture.
Which fallen noble from some family had lost their way among common folk?
After the guest praised the food at Small Tavern a few times, Sang Qingxiao chuckled and said, "You speak so interestingly; every word is well-referenced and your tone is just right. Listening to you feels like enjoying a soothing melody."
A few days ago, his family mentioned how they loved listening to him sing; Two Little Treasures even insisted on hearing him every day. Due to the busyness at Small Eatery, he hadn’t found an opportunity to hear him sing in person until today.
"If you wish to hear me sing, I can perform a song for you," the guest offered.
"What do you mean? You came here to eat; just enjoy your meal. Listening to you talk is enough for me," Sang Qingxiao replied.
"But I suddenly feel like singing; since you’re not charging me for my meal, let me express my gratitude through song."
Before Sang Qingxiao could respond, the guest began to sing directly. It wasn’t one of those romantic ballads from a few days ago but rather a song about nostalgia.
To prevent anyone outside Small Tavern from eavesdropping, Sang Qingxiao discreetly cast a spell that muted the sounds within the tavern while still allowing them to hear the performance. This blatant act was actually a test; although the guest noticed it, he pretended not to see and remained immersed in his singing.
As he reached the end of his song, a tear slipped from his eye, and outside, it began to drizzle lightly under the sun.
Everyone was captivated by his singing, immersing themselves in the melody. As the song was about to end, emotions stirred within their hearts, giving rise to a sense of melancholy, more or less.
Such emotional power is truly remarkable!
Sang Qingxiao became even more suspicious of his true identity.
As he casually wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, he asked, "That was a beautiful song. May I ask how to address you, sir?"
He paused for a moment and replied, "I... I suppose it's A Si. That's what everyone in the troupe calls me."
It was a rather dismissive name.
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