When the topic of the person called Scholar arose, Perfected Letian's complaints about him could go on for three days and three nights. As he drank his tea, he criticized him relentlessly.
An hour later, Fangzheng began to drink the tea at an accelerated pace. Furthermore, he drank faster and at greater quantities. Letian's tea brewing speed obviously could not keep up with Fangzheng's consumption speed. He could not help but say, "Abbot, what did I say? Although this tea doesn't appear very tasty, you will get accustomed to it as you drink it. You have gotten a liking for it." With that said, Letian felt pleased.
Fangzheng smiled wryly, and just as he was about to say something—
Red Boy sneered. "Heh heh, you are overthinking things. The tea is still as nasty, but it's mostly because… My master is hungry. After hearing you brag all day as you air your grievances, it has turned an hour after noon already. Anyways, are you providing for our meals?"
