The next day.
Yu Kang Town.
Twenty years had passed, and the town had long since gained other taverns.
Aaron no longer cared much for drinking, but had gradually taken a liking to tea. The taverns in this little town sold all sorts of beverages.
Every so often, he would come in and order a pot of tea with an assortment of pastries, idly passing the time away. Sometimes, he could while away an entire day.
As for Half-Leisure Hall's affairs? Naturally, he had handed them all over to his bastard son.
Recently, the boy had become infatuated with a certain family's daughter, but Aaron had made it clear that he would not contribute much toward his marriage. The lad was now working bitterly for his old man, saving up for the betrothal gifts...
"Ah... Doctor Fang, you truly have it good... Fang Xi is quite a fine son too. Unlike me, I'm constantly being driven to death by my son and daughter!"
Seeing Aaron arrive again, Shopkeeper Qian, now looking rather aged, let out a sigh.
His eyesight had grown dim with age, and he could no longer conduct business. He had retired early and had nothing to do each day, so he and Aaron had formed something of an elderly pair.
Still, he was forever worrying over his children, blaming himself for spending too freely in his youth and failing to save much for his old age.
"Haha... The key is not getting angry yourself. Then there's nothing to it."
Aaron laughed heartily.
All the troubles of this world stemmed from that very point. As long as one did not care, one could remain as light as drifting clouds and gentle breezes.
The two sat down. Aaron ordered a pot of Dragon Cluster Tea, while Shopkeeper Qian asked