"A cup of coffee, one sugar, not too hot."
Tesla, his lips parched from talking, removed his top hat, revealing a head of brown curly hair, and said to Old Pique standing beside him.
"You don't really want to sit here and listen to another story, do you?"
Even if Old Pique wanted to listen, under such teasing words, it was hard for him to sit still. He shot Tesla an annoyed glance, stood up from his seat, and walked towards the counter.
Tesla watched Old Pique walk away, the smile never leaving his face, then turned to Lu Li, "Are you going to ask questions again next?"
Lu Li didn't beat around the bush and asked, "Are these stories made up or did they really happen?"
"Both, I guess... You'll understand in a while." Tesla's smile deepened, enigmatic. He, who had answered all of Lu Li's questions, chose to withhold information on this point.
"But you really are cautious..."
