The Spare Wife

Chapter 187 A Familiar Face

Abigail couldn’t help but wonder, This is interesting. A shop has actually gotten such high praise from Eric? “Is it really worth a visit?” she asked curiously.

“I recommended it because I believe it can help with your designs. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered you with something so trivial, Eric replied warmly.

When she heard his words, she felt a bit apologetic for her initial caution toward his good intentions. “Is it far?” she inquired as she licked her lips.

“Since you’re in Ouisford, you should actually take your time and explore. There are many unique shops here. Trust me when I say that you will regret missing out on any of them,” he said. with a smile.

At the same time, she received a location pin from him.

“Make sure to check it out; I need to get back to work.” With that, he ended the call.

Abigail bought a cup of ice cream and headed to the shop he had recommended. The shop appeared quite ancient, with a wooden sign that read ‘Serenity.”

As she strode in, she found various exquisite wooden carvings and ornaments. Nonetheless, it was evident that it was still primarily a tea house.

So, it was with a slight sense of surprise in her heart that she found a place to sit down.

Before long, a young waitress approached her. “Here’s the tea menu. Please take a look.”

“Thank you.” Abigail didn’t see anything special about this tea house. It’s a tea house with no customers. How did it make enough to survive?

the tea menu. To her featured a way of making tea from the 18th

surprise. it

English Garden Green Tea. Then, she handed the

to the kitchen, she glanced at

then, a tall man walked up to her and took

looks like him. Look at her brows and eyes; it’s like they

holding the menu, scrutinized Abigail with

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stuck out

the tea with the

“You can take a look at the wooden carvings here. They are available for

the walls, while others were displayed in glass cabinets. Even

piece of accessory. The craftsmanship was extraordinary, evident from how exquisite it looked. It was a very intricate belt with the smallest wooden bead measuring just barely an inch wide. Yet, the carver had managed to create tiny holes in between. Various colors of wood blended harmoniously, giving

to its shiny texture. However,

She gazed at the belt for a

it has been appraised, the price is 30 thousand and not negotiable,” the

dress worth 1.5 million can certainly be a fitting match for this 30 thousand belt. “I’ll take it. Can you wrap it up for me?” Abigail

by her response. “Are

replied with

tea while brainstorming design ideas and admiring the wooden

tea and pastries, and had attentive service. Most importantly, the aroma of the wooden

had spent her time designing various details of her clothing pieces, only to realize it was getting dark

leave, she noticed a casually dressed man carrying a wooden box approaching