Ye Fan went back into the teahouse and finished his tea. He had paid for it, after all. No sense wasting it.
And strangely enough, after drinking it, he felt much more at ease.
"For ordinary tea to have such a remarkable effect, sir, you must have deep insight into this vast mortal world and all the ways people live."
As Ye Fan paid, he praised the teahouse owner's skill.
Tai's old, wrinkled hand accepted the two coins Ye Fan offered. Lu Mingfei had run off without paying, so Ye Fan covered his share.
Ye Fan felt rather wronged. He had been beaten up and still had to pay for the other man's tea.
What kind of damn world was this?
"I've merely lived a few extra years. The more you see, the more you think," Tai said unhurriedly.
"How old are you, sir?" Ye Fan asked. Judging by his appearance, he guessed Tai was at least eighty or ninety.
"Eighteen this year."
"..." Ye Fan looked at Tai and said faintly, "Then you look remarkably young."
Ye Fan said goodbye to Tai and Xiao Nannan, promising to come back for tea when he had the chance. When he saw Xiao Nannan's big eyes fixed on him, his heart gave a little jump.
"I'll come back to see you too, Nannan." Ye Fan reached out and patted her head.
"I'll wait for you, big brother. You have to come back and see me and Grandpa!"
A smile lit Xiao Nannan's face as she spoke sweetly.
"I definitely will." Ye Fan nodded firmly, then turned to leave.
But he had already decided to visit A Certain Tea House every so often.
As he passed the other customers, Ye Fan stopped to say goodbye to them too.
There was something unusual about