Zeng Anmin felt that his current appearance was a little like someone from a film or television drama in his previous life.
"Eryue Hong has come to seek medicine."
He almost wanted to laugh.
He looked at the old monk before him, doing his best to maintain a solemn expression.
This was a simple meditation room.
A hut built from thatch.
The floor inside had not even been paved with bricks, only the most primitive yellow earth.
"Drip~"
The tea the old monk usually drank was the cheapest kind of tea leaf.
Old Monk Hongji held a yellow clay teapot filled with boiling water and slowly poured it into a teacup.
The tea was somewhat yellowish.
"Benefactor, please have some tea."
Zeng Anmin picked up the cracked earthenware teacup on the table, his face falling into thought.
Could this really be drunk?
He stared at the teacup for quite a while.
When he looked up, he met the old man's smiling, faintly expectant face.
"This poor monk's tea-making skill has long reached perfection. Even with a broken straw mat, I can brew the flavor of premium tea leaves."
Zeng Anmin did not believe a single word.
Was this old monk swapping concepts on the sly?
A broken straw mat could brew the flavor of premium tea leaves?
Could you brew coffee with piss?
But he had come today to ask for help, after all.
He reluctantly forced a smile onto his face.
"Then I shall have a taste of your skill, Master."
Mainly because of the anticipation on the old monk's face, he did not know how to refuse.
"Cough, cough." He first gave a light cough, then lifted the tea to his lips.
"Whew~"
After blowing gently on it, he gritted his teeth.
The tea went down