Yang Bo poured a cup of tea for the guest. It was Mingqian Longjing, according to the custom of Gudézhāi. The boss would use different passwords depending on the guest's status, and Yang Bo would then pour the tea based on these passwords.,Yang Bo glanced at it. The beads were irregularly shaped, but they did have a somewhat round and smooth quality to them at the bottom. However, he knew very well that such glass beads were not valuable. They were more expensive than fried rice though, so he shook his head hastily, "I can't take them!",He didn't know how long he had been there. When Yang Bo finally came to his senses, he rushed back, holding the lunch box in his hand.。