(The second update came a little late, a 14,000-character chapter.)
"Yes, yes, of course you can!"
The little girl hurriedly put down her Golden Flat Shoulder Pole and Green Bamboo Staff. Clutching the strap of her little cotton shoulder bag, she ran all the way to the table. He was so tall! If she had known, she would have stopped a couple of steps sooner.
Little Millet looked up and asked, "If you're just passing by and thirsty, and you're in a great hurry, there's plain water on the table. If you'd like to rest a while and enjoy the view, you can have tea. I'll go boil you a kettle of water."
Her little face seemed full of hope that the guest would say he was in no hurry.
The man smiled. "I'm not in any particular hurry."
Until the Sage of Ritual returned to the human world, he had to remain near Luopo Mountain.
Little Millet immediately beamed. "It's our own tea, nothing famous, but some old Daoist Masters who passed by here like you said it was good. Have a seat and wait a moment, sir. I'll boil the water and make tea right away."
Seeing that the guest was still standing, Little Millet glanced at the long bench and added with a smile, "Don't worry, sir. It did rain hard not long ago, but I wiped it carefully with a cloth and my sleeve."
She would not dare call the table and benches spotless, but they were certainly clean enough.
The Luopo Mountain Right Guardian went over to wipe them down every half hour or so. How could they not be clean?
The man smiled. "All right."
The black-clothed little girl soon returned. Standing on tiptoe, she deftly handed the guest a cup of hot tea.