41 Miss Murong

"Little fox, I allow you to say one more word. I'm asking you... Who in this hall has the best future?"

Chen Chen asked with a disappointed expression.

"You."

The demon fox lowered its voice and replied. When it spit out the word, the hand on its neck loosened slightly.

"You have good taste. You may be a demon, but not a dishonest one."

Chen Chen loosened his hand completely, his smile bright.

After a moment, Zhang Ji walked up with an exquisite kettle, and the service staff of Spring Breeze Pavilion also began to serve dishes.

A banquet costing two thousand taels was really extraordinary. Zhang Ji was stunned to see how elaborate all of the dishes were.

Even Chen Chen marveled in his heart.

He had never seen a banquet of this level, even in his previous life.

The purchasing power of two thousand taels in this world was likely the same as several million in his previous life.