Since then, all who have tasted this drink found themselves plagued by a curse, trapped in a torment where they could neither live nor die.
Xu Lingyin's expression grew increasingly somber. Her sharp eyes bored into Chen Pingchuan as she said in a low voice, "Am I to understand this story as a threat?"
Faced with Xu Lingyin's anger, Chen Pingchuan was uncharacteristically calm. "How could that be? I wouldn't dare," he replied, his smile growing even more earnest. "I couldn't be happier to serve you all!"
"This story is simply to give these drinks a sense of mystery! Today, since the young lady has made a request, I'll bring out a true gem from my private collection—one that isn't even on the menu. Please, drink to your heart's content. It's on the house!"
What a suck-up, just like all the other bootlickers trying to curry favor, she thought, growing more disgusted by his phony smile. It's a real waste of that handsome face.
