The shop owner immediately said with a smile on his face: "Sir, this is the best green snow bud, it is absolutely delicious!"

Zhou Bin asked with a smile: "Boss, why is everything here so magnificent? Is your teahouse all golden?"

The shop owner took one look and immediately asked, "Sir, are you from out of town?"

Zhou Bin nodded and smiled: "Yes, we are indeed from other places."

The shop owner smiled and said, "No wonder you are a little surprised. Every new customer will be surprised. Alas, there is nothing we can do about it."

Zhou Bin saw the boss's helpless look and asked, "Why? Did someone ask you to paint it gold?"

The shop owner looked around and whispered, "Yes, these are the orders of our city lord. Anyone who dares not to obey will be thrown into jail. You have to pay for it yourself. If you don't swipe it well, you will be punished."

Wanying looked puzzled: "Why does your city lord like gold so much? It's really strange."

The shop owner whispered, "Listen to his name, Jin Guang Zhenren, he just loves the color gold, there's nothing we can do about it."

Zhou Bin laughed and said, "This city lord is really sick. It's ok for you to like it yourself, but you force everyone to like it too. How rare!"

Zhou Bin's words startled the boss, who immediately said, "Sir, keep your voice down! If someone hears you, you'll be in big trouble!"

"Oh? Really? You still don't allow people to speak?" Zhou Bin said indifferently.

The shop owner looked around again and said, "Sir, I kindly remind you that you should be careful when speaking here and don't say anything nonsense. If you are in a hurry, it is best to eat, sleep, and then leave."

Bai Long was honest by nature and couldn't help but say, "You're not letting people talk. What kind of rule is this?"

The shop owner was startled again and quickly stopped him and asked him to keep his voice down.