In Xiao Fang's grandmother's quarters, Xiao Fang was brewing tea as his grandmother was reading through a few scrolls. From time to time, she would curiously look up to see how he was doing.
'He's pretty good,' she thought.
She didn't think he would make the tea himself, she just assumed he would get a female disciple to do it.
As he gracefully stirred the pot, the flowery aroma slowly permeated the room, already making his grandmother feel a bit more relaxed.
He eventually poured the tea into two golden teacups, giving one to her and leaving one for himself.
"I'm impressed. Not many men know how to brew tea like you. Aren't you afraid what people might think if they knew?"
"Should I? As grandfather used to say, 'Care about what people think and you'll always be their prisoner'."
