Cheng Fei'er, who was standing at the side, wanted to laugh. This guy had traveled the martial arts world with this excuse for so long, and he had finally met a tough nut to crack.
Ye Feng smiled awkwardly. "The water from the supermarket… It's unsanitary. Don't worry, I'll pay."
When the woman heard the first half of his sentence, her eyes widened and she was about to curse again.
But when she heard the second half of the sentence, she swallowed her words. "You're paying me, right? Then let me make it clear first. It's 10 dollars per cup."
Ye Feng nodded. "No problem."
"Give me the money first." The woman didn't let them in immediately. Instead, she stretched out her hand.
Ye Feng was helpless. He could only take out a hundred dollar note from his pocket. "I don't have any change. I'll give it all to you."
The woman finally squeezed out a smile. "Come in."
The two of them immediately followed the woman in.