Seeing Li Huowang staring at him, the big teapot and the young fellow sensibly stepped back.
"One serving of auspicious fruit, one serving of crabapple cake, Taoist Master, enjoy slowly. If the tea runs out, just give a shout."
Li Huowang lifted the teacup, took a small sip, and continued listening to the storyteller on the stage spouting nonsense.
"So, Zhuge the Great stood there at the Youdu City wall, shook the Arrogant Dragon Club in his hand, and glared with his eyes! 'Ah hey!'
"And then you see those mice of the Dharma Sect falling down like wheat in the field, guess what, they were scared to death."
As the story reached a climax, cheers erupted in the teahouse, and some wealthy people even threw rewards onto the stage.
"Ha, this is really interesting, the storyteller is actually being spoken about in a story."
Hearing someone say this, Li Huowang turned to his left, where a middle-aged man with a black beard was sitting. "Do you know Zhuge Yuan?"
