"Alright, madam." Li Xiu took the box of wine.
By chance or by design, as Madam released her grip, her fingertips gently glided across the back of Li Xiu's hand.
"Little brother, the road is slippery, be careful not to fall." Madam said to Li Xiu with a teasing smile.
"I'll be careful." Li Xiu carried the wine out of the tavern, and then took the bottles out of the box, laying them out on the long table outside.
Boxes of wine and plates of food were brought out, and Li Xiu noticed the food here consisted mainly of mushrooms and seafood, with fruits he had never seen before.
More and more people came to help, leaving Li Xiu puzzled: although they had never met him, they showed no surprise or distance upon seeing him, a stranger.
Perhaps it was because the residents were as full of love and passion as the city's name, yet it still felt strange to Li Xiu.
