After Li Fuyao with a sword case on his back and Wang Shi entered the small town and felt the eyes of the common people from the town, they didn't dare to act ostentatiously. They stopped in a tavern facing the street and sat by the window, ordering a pot of rice wine and several plates of vegetable.
When the waiter served the dishes, he didn't look friendly. If Wang Shi were not generous to give him an ingot of silver which was not light, perhaps the waiter would spit at the dishes he just served. Li Fuyao poured a cup of wine. After he drank some, he didn't praise the wine in time but just felt depressed.
With a smile in his eyes, Wang Shi was patient and didn't say anything. He pointed to the street when Li Fuyao got impatient. Li Fuyao looked in the direction where Wang Shi pointed,
