The middle-aged man with a bit of a rotund figure was the owner of this tea shop, yet from the moment he walked in, his gaze had been constantly fixed on Yang Yifeng.
"What a delight, my shop has been open for nearly ten years, and to this day, I have yet to encounter someone who understands tea. I never expected to meet one today!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man approached Yang Yifeng with a smile, sat opposite him, and extended his hand, asking warmly, "This young brother, my name is Chen Dahai, the humble owner of this tea house. May I know your name?"
With a face full of kind smiles, Chen Dahai spoke in a way that didn't provoke any sense of dread.
Yang Yifeng smiled lightly and shook hands with Chen Dahai, "Yang Yifeng!"
"Yang Yifeng?"
Upon hearing this, a flash of surprise crossed Chen Dahai's face, but he quickly concealed it and said politely, "Please don't take offense, young brother Yang. My staff are young and inexperienced. I offer my apologies on their behalf!"