Bab 162: This Egg Tart… Tastes Awful

Bu Fang looked at the two of them in puzzlement. He was already used to Luo Sanniang's raucous behavior but why was this Juan'Er coming into his store with a lunch box?

Bu Fang gave the two a suspicious glance and then said with a smirk, "I am busy."

Luo Sanniang's expression suddenly stiffened for a moment and her eyebrows immediately knitted together. "What did you say?"

"It's opening hours right now… so I am busy. You're welcomed if you're here to eat. However, if you're seeking me for other reasons, please wait until opening hours is over," Bu Fang directly ignored Luo Sanniang's dissatisfied gaze and headed back into the kitchen.

"You… You rascal!" Luo Sanniang was furious. She was naturally well aware of Bu Fang's rules. However, she was unable to stand Bu Fang's attitude. Within the imperial city, who would dare speak to her, Luo Sanniang, in such a manner?!