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.,Lowering his head to look at his somewhat thin frame, Yang Bo felt a wave of hesitation wash over him.,Yang Bo couldn't figure out the reason, and he didn't want to think about it anymore. He picked up his chopsticks and started eating fried rice!。