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.,"Little brother, just take it!" The old beggar held a plate of fried rice in one hand and a glass bead in the other, handing it to Yang Bo. "I found this by chance, and no one wants it anyway. It's better to give it to you, this kind young man!"。