"My son is good. He knows that I'm angry now and he brings me a cup of tea."
Nalan Zhangqian was indeed angry and he needed a cup of tea.
Nalan Jing was quick to hide the teapot behind his back when he realized that Nalan Zhangqian was extending his arm to take the tea. He frowned and asked his father, "Dad, what are you doing?"
Nalan Zhangqian froze and looked at his son. His extended arm stopped midair. He did not know whether to remain like that or to pull his arm back. He felt awkward.
Nalan Zhangqian cleared his throat before he replied, "Jing'er, your grandfather can only take tribute tea. But, there is no more tribute tea in our manor. He couldn't care less about this kind of tea. Just give me that to me."
This kid embarrassed him in front of everyone. Jing'er surely knew that his grandfather took only tribute tea. For whom was the tea for if it was not for him? Was if for Feng Ruqing or Dai'er?
