Whoosh, whoosh!
On the mountain and on the stone road, there was wind blowing from time to time.
The wind was cool.
However, the vast majority of pedestrians were in a cold sweat during the commuting process.
Of course, Ye Bei was an absolute exception.
No matter when, he had a plain face.
There was no dust on his body, and naturally, he did not feel hot or cold.
But after hearing the old man's words, Ye Bei flicked his clothes, turned, and sat in front of the wooden table casually.
After the old man saw this, he carefully took out a bowl from a back basket placed next to him.
"Young Sir, this bowl was left by you at the beginning. I have kept it forever. I look forward to the day when you can come to drink tea again. I didn't expect you to come here today." After taking out the bowl, the old man carefully took out a clean white cloth from the back basket and said softly.
