Disturbance At The Shop

Upon hearing her grandfather's words, Dou Qi's expression shifted.

"Grandpa! I told you, I don't want to marry right now," Dou Qi pouted, her cheeks puffed slightly in protest.

"Alright, alright, I won't nag you anymore," Doumen chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender.

"Though, there is something else," Dou Qi added, her tone growing serious.

"What is it?" Doumen asked, his brows furrowing.

"There's been a rather peculiar customer… He's been here for seven days straight and hasn't left the book house," Dou Qi reported.

"Seven days?" The old man's surprise was evident. "Don't tell me he's freeloading, is he?" Doumen narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"No, no," Dou Qi quickly shook her head. "He's already bought over fifty pots of tea," she explained.

"Fifty pots? At least he's a paying customer," Doumen muttered, his tone softening.