Qing Shi felt that Li Qiye was being out of line. The old man had a restaurant specialized in chicken soup. Why would Li Qiye demand duck soup made in such a strange manner? How utterly ridiculous.

“Customer, just try our chicken soup. It has been passed down for generations and the taste won’t let you down.” The old man laughed.

Li Qiye grabbed a pair of bamboo chopsticks and stared at the old man: “Duck soup only.”

Qing Shi was at a loss for words. Was Li Qiye only here to cause trouble?

“How about we go to another restaurant?” Qing Shi kindly suggested, feeling bad for the ...