Ethan Sun was already waiting at Desheng Teahouse. Not long after, a young man came in. He was wearing a vest, shorts, and slippers. He had blue tattoos all over his body, a gold necklace as thick as a thumb, and a yellow cockscomb. He was definitely less than 1.7 meters tall. Behind him were more than a dozen younger brothers, all of whom had frowning eyes, walked unsteadily, and had hair dyed in various colors.
"Chicken head!" Ethan Sun waved his hand.
Ji Tou walked over and sat down with his horse and golden sword. His younger brothers all bowed to Ethan Sun, "Young Master Sun!"
Ethan Sun smiled and said, "Find a seat and order what you want to eat."
Don't be fooled by these little hooligans who act like they have 250,000 yuan. In fact, they are the poorest in the whole society. The ones who make money are the bosses and a few red sticks in the society. These little followers are lucky to have enough food. Someone is treating us today, and it is Ethan Sun who is treating us. These people are not polite and start ordering dishes.
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