When Chi Yi and the others arrived at the tea stall Purple Jade mentioned, the scene they witnessed made the corners of their mouths twitch again.
There was this young man before them, clearly an authentic male as anyone would see it. She flirtatiously used an ivory bone fan to lift a young girl's chin, making her blush intensely—a typical young profligate.
No one knew what Wufu said next, but the young girl stomped her foot, turned away, and ran off. However, after taking a couple of steps, she threw her handkerchief at Wufu.
Wufu lifted it to his nose, sniffed it with a look of feigned enjoyment, winked at the girl, making her even more embarrassed.
The veins on Chi Yi and the others' foreheads bulged as they approached, cupping their hands in salute: "Mis... Young Master."
"Oh, you've arrived," Wufu, sitting on a small stool in a completely unrefined manner, looked down at them lazily and said, "You really made this young master wait!"
Chi Yi showed a wry smile.
