The little old man said in confusion, "This fellow doesn't look like he's sick."
"I'm leaving too." The judges from France, England, and the other countries all bade farewell.
One by one, they walked briskly. Once they left, there was the loud revving of engines. It was as if they were afraid that they would fail to get something if they walked any slower.
At that moment, the little old man suddenly snapped out of his daze and shouted, "Aiyah! You wicked scoundrels! They are heading over to snatch the tea!"
Then, the little old man ran out and vanished in a flash.
Song Ming pursed her lips and said with a smile, "He just called Master Fangzheng an indecent monk, but now, he has the cheek to go and beg for tea. Uncle Li's skin is getting thicker."
Song Xian chuckled. "These old fellows are proud but for some things, they can be very shameless. They are all old children…"
