Tomb raiding: Those who achieve immortality all have tattoos.

I was planning to talk to Chen Yan, but I interrupted him and handed the booklet to Lao Jiu.

Upon opening the booklet, Lao Jiu's eyes narrowed, and he casually handed the booklet to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan tilted his head and glanced at the booklet, then narrowed his eyes and said with interest, "It seems the Crescent Moon Hotel has quite a history. Perhaps I should consider consigning the things the old man left me?"

Old Nine withdrew his hand, turned a page, and said, "It's not impossible."

Before long, the servant brought tea and snacks into the private room.

As Xie Yuchen walked from the lobby on the first floor to the second floor, he passed the Chen family's private room, glanced at it, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Have people from the Chen family arrived?"

"Yes, Ninth Master."

Xie Yuchen hummed in agreement, thought of Chen Yan's face, and walked towards the Xie family's private room.

Just as Xie Yuchen sat down, before anyone could serve tea, he saw Tingnu bring in a pot of tea and ask, "Young Master Jiu, Fourth Master Chen said he would like you to taste this tea. Would you like to keep it?"

Xie Yuchen raised an eyebrow: "Put it down."

"it is good."

After putting down the tea, Tingnu turned and left.

Xie Yuchen poured himself a cup of tea, sniffed it, and looked at the teapot with some surprise. This tea was not from the Crescent Moon Hotel.

It seems that Chen Yan brought it himself.

Xie Yuchen looked at the tea in the teacup in his hand. The tea was flat, straight and oily, with a fragrance of tender chestnut or orchid. The tea soup was tender green and clear. He raised his hand and took a sip of the tea. The taste was fresh, refreshing and sweet.

A hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. This Chen Yan seemed to have always treated him very well, which was quite interesting.

Surely he doesn't really want to be recognized as an uncle?

After putting down his teacup, Xie Yuchen casually picked up the booklet and began to read.

next door.

Chen Yan looked at Lao Jiu and said with amusement, "It's just that I drank a little of your tea, is it really that big of a deal?"

Old Nine looked at Chen Yan, his eyes full of accusation: "I hid it so well, how could you still find it? Are you a groundhog?"

Seeing Lao Jiu's pained expression, Meng Hu clicked his tongue and said, "How come I can't taste any difference in this tea?"

"Don't say anything. You're just like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit; you only deserve to drink water."

Old Nine was so heartbroken he was starting to lose control of himself.

Chen Yan awkwardly looked away. Old Jiu loved tea; tea was his lifeblood.

You can touch anything he wants, but not the tea.

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Chen Yan could never understand how he developed this problem.

Chen Yan originally intended to send some to his grandfather, but he happened to run into Xie Yuchen, so he gave him some to try.

As a result, the Ninth Prince almost wanted to snatch the teapot back and drink it straight from the pot, leaving the servant who had been listening to him completely dumbfounded.

Chen Yan sighed and said, "I still have a top-grade Oriental Beauty tea cake. It's yours when we get back."

Old Jiu paused, his expression instantly calming down. He turned his head, smiled, and took out the tea cake he had just snatched back, handing it to Chen Yan: "Brother Yan, I still have some left, do you want some?"

Seeing this, Meng Hu burst into laughter. Chen Yan pinched his brow, feeling both amused and annoyed: "No, no, it's all yours."

Don't think he didn't see it; Lao Jiu spoke calmly, but his eyes were full of reluctance.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were trying to steal his wife.

No, perhaps even tea is less important to Lao Jiu than his wife.

Upon hearing that Chen Yan didn't want it, Lao Jiu immediately withdrew his hand. His expression clearly showed that he already knew Chen Yan didn't want it and was just waiting for Chen Yan to speak.

Just then, Lao Jiu suddenly turned his head to look at the opposite side, and Chen Yan also looked into the opposite private room.

I spotted them at a glance... Wu Xie, Wang Yueban, Zhang Qiling.

Chen Yan couldn't help but laugh: "These three people are dressed... formally."

Old Nine added with interest, "Usually you're the one wearing a suit while they're dressed comfortably, but today it's the other way around."

Today, Chen Yan wore a casual outfit. His tall figure, toned and strong legs, and arms hidden under the loose clothing made him look less aggressive.

He actually seemed more easygoing.

Meng Hu took a bite of the pastry: "Brother Yan, Lao Jiu, this pastry is delicious, do you two want some?"

Lao Jiu and Chen Yan exchanged a helpless glance.

"I'm not eating it, you eat it yourself."

"Ask for more if it's not enough."

Tiger nodded to Chen Yan, enjoying his meal. In Tiger's eyes, a pot of tea costing 1.8 yuan at the New Moon Hotel was just like plain water, something to rinse off if he choked on his snacks.

Chen Yan got up, walked to the front, glanced at the chairs, and casually sat down on the left chair.

The private room opposite belonged to the Huo family. A sign at the entrance read: "Water chestnut stems sometimes entwine bracelets, oars sometimes dampen makeup. Unconcerned that red sleeves are wet, only cherishing the fragrance of green leaves."

Caihe Hall.

Taken from Liu Xiaochuo's poem "Seeing a Beauty Picking Lotuses from Afar".

Seeing Wu Xie sit down on the chair to the right of him as if he were cheating, a hint of mockery flashed in Chen Yan's eyes.

Chen Yan met Zhang Qiling's gaze directly. Zhang Qiling looked at Chen Yan, who smiled at him. Zhang Qiling silently looked away.

Old Nine appeared behind Chen Yan at some point, watching the farce unfold, and said, "It would be a good thing if Wu Xie were to listen to reason."

"What a pity, this fat guy doesn't know the rules but still dares to give out random ideas."

Chen Yan crossed his legs and said casually, "Wu Xie should also suffer a loss. It will let him know that even brothers can be unreliable sometimes, and good intentions can lead to bad outcomes."

Wang Yueban told Wu Xie to sit down first. If Huo Xiangu was being dishonest, they would be dishonest too. Did Huo Xiangu think she could just lift them up and throw them out?

Upon hearing this, Wu Xie plopped down on the chair on the right. Huo Xiangu told him to get up, but he refused. She then had someone pull Wu Xie up, and Fatty made a fuss as well.

Is it true that the Huo family looks down on their young master?

Why can't I sit?

Huo Xiangu simply gave up. You like sitting, huh? Then you'd better sit tight.

Looking back, I saw Chen Yan sitting opposite me in the private room, holding a teacup in his hand, with a polite smile on his face, raising his hand to toast Huo Xiangu from afar.

Seeing Chen Yan's actions, Huo Xiangu couldn't help but sigh. Look at that old man Chen Pi's child, he's just as unruly, but how come he manages to take all the initiative, leaving you with no room for criticism and no discomfort?

Thinking this, Huo Xiangu glanced at Wu Xie beside her and said, "Young Master Wu, you'd better hold on tight."

"If you ask me now, I won't say anything. We can only talk if you can sit here until 4:30."

After saying that, Huo Xiangu stopped looking at Wu Xie and couldn't help but look at Chen Yan. She wondered what Chen Yan would do if he had entered the Huo family's private room today.