The fortune telling was so accurate that I accidentally accumulated a huge amount of merit!

Chapter 1245 Today, it's my treat.

There were a dozen or so people sitting near the tea stall, looking like passersby, except that their clothes were all dusty and grimy.

Yunran, dressed in luxurious clothes, stood out conspicuously in comparison.

Especially since Yunran was wearing a golden mask, anyone with eyes could tell that she was a noble person.

The coachman very considerately found an empty table and quickly wiped the table and bench clean.

Then he took out a cotton pad and placed it on the long bench.

"Young Master, please have a seat."

This series of actions made the onlookers even more reserved, and they no longer had the mood to chat and boast with their companions.

The owner of the tea stall walked over with trembling steps, his body hunched over drastically.

He had lived for decades and had never seen such a wealthy young lady. A single piece of cloth on her body seemed enough to feed them for years.

Not to mention, the jewelry this young lady was wearing was truly eye-opening.

"You...you are a distinguished person..."

Looking at the tea stall owner, and seeing the divine messenger's imposing presence, the coachman was speechless, feeling a strange sense of looking in a mirror.

"A pot of boiling water will suffice."

Yun Ran had no penchant for bullying the weak, and her tone was unusually kind at the moment, which made the tea stall owner subconsciously relax a lot.

Soon, a pot of boiling water was brought out, and on the table was a somewhat rough bowl.

If you look closely, you can see that this rough bowl is much more intact than the bowls on the other tables; at least, it doesn't have any chips or dents.

The coachman hurriedly stepped forward to pour water for Yunran, but stopped in his tracks when he saw Yunran wave her hand.

Perhaps it was because Yun Ran had not shown any arrogance since she sat down.

The people around them, who were initially reserved, suddenly became bolder.

Several slightly younger people glanced over from time to time, probably wanting to see if this distinguished person really only drank plain water.

The next moment, they witnessed a scene that would give them something to brag about for the rest of their lives.

Then, a seemingly unremarkable wooden box that Yunran was carrying was opened.

A tea set with cups so thin they were translucent yet possessed a lustrous sheen like white jade was brought out.

"hiss!!!"

A sudden gasp of cold air shattered the tranquility.

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to the sound, and they all turned to look over.

A boy who looked to be only a teenager suddenly turned bright red, and large beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He clearly realized his lapse in composure, and his embarrassment quickly turned into fear.

Even people without much common sense know that for ordinary people like them, if they offend the powerful, death is the best outcome.

The groom's eyes flashed with murderous intent; before the divine messenger, he was a lowly lackey.

But to these ordinary people, he was like a mountain, an insurmountable obstacle. How dare such a lowly person offend the divine messenger, even daring to utter such nonsense? He truly deserves to die.

The boy was on the verge of paralyzing with fear, and even the other diners who had just relaxed were now on tenterhooks.

Even if they felt pity for the boy who had spoken out, they were also afraid of being implicated.

They had heard before that some powerful and influential people were ruthless; not only would those who offended them die, but even unrelated people would be implicated.

Fear prevented them from fleeing like birds and beasts, and even begging for mercy seemed impossible for them.

"Add your best stuff to each table. It's on me today."

Upon hearing this, the coachman was stunned for a moment, probably because he couldn't understand how someone could offend the divine messenger and not only escape punishment but also receive benefits.

Those who were living in fear were also surprised that this benefactor not only did not punish them, but even treated them to a meal.

The tea stall owner was momentarily distracted, then immediately rushed back to the kitchen to get busy.

Yunran naturally knew what kind of sensation it would cause to bring out such an exquisite tea set at this moment.

He withdrew his gaze and sighed inwardly.

Although she wanted to solidify her image as someone from an extraordinary background, she never intended to scare these people to death.

Yunran reached out and felt the boiling water in the teapot; the temperature was about right.

Then he took out a well-packaged porcelain bottle from the wooden box. As soon as he opened it, a fragrant aroma of tea wafted out.

It smells so fragrant even before it's been brewed; I wonder how fragrant it will be once brewed!
Throughout the entire tea-making process, Yunran remained silent, completely ignoring everyone around her.

Ordinary people have never seen such a smooth and flowing tea ceremony. The aroma of tea that permeates the air is so refreshing that just smelling it makes one feel invigorated.

Some people were already swallowing hard. Compared to the tea brewed by Yunran, they suddenly felt that what they had been drinking before was just water with a little flavor.

Yun Ran poured herself a cup, took a sip, and a look of satisfaction appeared in her eyes.

Sure enough, she still preferred a comfortable life, and luckily she had a habit of hoarding things.

Otherwise, being stranded in a place like this, with poor food, poor sleep, and poor clothing, would be truly miserable.

The diners around were eager to smell the aroma of the tea as much as possible, even if they didn't live to drink it, just smelling it made them feel that their lives were complete.

But that unintentional fright had ultimately terrified them.

Many people took a few deep breaths, as if they wanted to remember this taste for a lifetime, and then left with a deep sense of reluctance.

"Who goes there!"

Suddenly, the coachman shouted sharply in one direction.

An aura of murderous intent immediately enveloped his entire body, as if he were about to draw his sword and strike at any moment.

But his movements were clearly too slow; before he could react, his gaze was still fixed on what was ahead.

A middle-aged man with slightly graying hair was already sitting to the side of Yunran.

"I never expected that such a poor and remote place would have a wealthy young lady like you. This tea is quite good. I wonder if I would have the honor of trying it?"

The middle-aged man was polite in words, but in reality, he had already taken the cup and poured himself a cup of tea.