Upon seeing Fu Qingzhu, Yang Xiao also acted quite affably, and proceeded with the script: "Song, long time no see, please have a seat. What would you like to drink?"
"Hahaha, I won't lie to you, brother, I've been off salt and sugar lately, so I can only drink this now." Fu Qingzhu laughed as he took out a semi-transparent thermos from his bag. It contained not only goji berries but also ginseng slices and chrysanthemum, which looked even more nourishing than Yang Xiao's bottle.
Yang Xiao was baffled; this routine seemed so familiar. Upon seeing Yang Xiao also take out a thermos from his tote bag, Fu Qingzhu's smile suddenly turned forced.
Both carried black tote bags and they were almost the same model.
The atmosphere became instantly tense, and finally, it was Fu Qingzhu who broke the silence, "The lighting here is too glaring... How about we switch to another seat?"
"Sure." Yang Xiao had no reason to disagree.