"Is the quality of the tea leaves really this bad? The tea trees at Ah Qing's home must have been growing for quite some time, right?"
Ansheng arrived at Old Chen's place, ignoring the flattery of the old Tea Master. Every Xia Dong person cannot resist the auspicious intentions presented through puns.
"Uh... Fu... Fox."
Old Chen saw Ansheng coming but, due to the presence of others, couldn't smoothly call out "Master Fox" like usual. He pondered for a while and awkwardly squeezed out a phrase in awkward Mandarin.
"Shoo, shoo, shoo. What kind of pill did you take?" Without waiting for Ansheng to speak, the Tea Master beside him was the first to express dissatisfaction, "Can't you see Master Fox is at the doorstep? Why are you driving the luck away?"
"......."
Old Chen forced a bitter smile, hurried to venerate Changxi Town's Master Fox, and attended to the old Tea Master and his apprentices, preventing them from speaking nonsense.
