Grandmaster Fu claimed he was poor, yet everywhere in his study was exquisite and noble, full of scholarly air.
However, the old man was truly stingy. As soon as one entered the room, he sat cross-legged on the cushion behind the desk and didn't even offer a single sip of tea. He even sent the servants away, showing an attitude of "I won't give you tea, what can you do about it?"
Song Zhiyuan chuckled lightly, asked the servant to bring a small red brazier, and also let his guard bring his travel pouch over, slowly untying it by his side.
Grandmaster Fu craned his neck to take a look.
A green iron canister appeared in sight, engraved with a magnolia, which immediately delighted him.
Tribute tea, Lushan Yunwu?
Grandmaster Fu felt another surge of bitterness; after all, he was a favorite of the Emperor, so casually bringing out a can of tribute tea, the Emperor truly valued him.
