"The water for brewing tea is the most particular thing. I heard that people with refined tastes have the freshest water hauled in from far away..."
On the training ground, more than eighteen hundred newly recruited soldiers and men undergoing promotion training were drilling together. Once the training was over, these recruits would leave with the officers being promoted and disperse to different places.
All these people had gathered at Huo Shan, and every one of them carried firearms. It seemed like a great many, but once they scattered, they would no longer stand out...
Wang Yan sat in a chair, watching everyone on the training ground conduct various military drills. Beside him were Liao Jingfeng, fussing over a brazier as he boiled water and brewed tea while chattering away, and Liao Xuan, who was helping him.
Seeing Wang Yan smiling without replying, Liao Xuan secretly tugged at her father's sleeve. "Father, stop talking. Sir doesn't seem to like hearing it."
Before Liao Jingfeng could say anything, Wang Yan said with a smile, "Old Liao hasn't finished talking yet. How am I supposed to respond?"
"Oh, that's my fault. Once a man gets old, he just chatters on and on. Besides, my daughter and I have been through so much upheaval lately. It was no easy thing for us to make it to Huo Shan alive. You're a living Bodhisattva who saves people from suffering. Being at your side, I can't help wanting to talk a little more."
"Old Liao, you do know how to talk, and you make it interesting too." Wang Yan laughed. "But if the tea is no good, then nothing you say will help."
"Rest assured, sir. It was because my tea-roasting skills were good that I managed to live peacefully all these years and raise