"Hmph..."
...
"Master, the water has boiled."
Jing Lao Ye handed over the Longjing tea he had brought.
"This year's Spring West Lake's Longjing... absolutely top-notch. I've checked it myself, go brew it and bring it here."
"Of course, Jing Lao Ye."
The butler didn't dare to dally and quickly took it to the kitchen.
Soon, the butler had brewed a pot and brought over four teacups as well.
There were four people in the living room, naturally one teacup per person.
"Bring me a big bowl as well."
"Certainly."
The butler scurried off to fetch Jing Lao Ye a big bowl.
This time, Old Master Fu couldn't fathom what Jing Lao Ye was up to.
Yuan Shan and Fu Yang felt the same, unsure what the old man had up his sleeve.
...
After the butler poured tea for the four, Old Master Fu eagerly picked up his cup.
"Ah, by tasting the fine tea you've brought, I know you still keep me in your heart... You can't really be mad at me."
"Hold on, who said it was for you... It's for the dog."
