"Uncle Yang."
Fu Nanshan called out to the old man.
But the man was completely immersed in his own world and did not hear him at all.
Fu Nanshan: ...
"Oh, you're here. The tea leaves still need a few more steps before they're ready."
It was Old Master Yang's apprentice who noticed them.
Old Master Fu also walked in and patted Old Master Yang on the shoulder, looking very smug.
"I told you we had top-quality tea leaves at home, but you wouldn't believe me. Believe me now?"
Old Master Yang no longer cared about any of that. His eyes simply lit up.
"Where's the tea tree? Take me to see it."
Old Master Fu said, "Finish processing these tea leaves first."
Qin Yan and Fu Nanshan went outside.
They had just stepped out when they ran into Fu Wenzi rushing over.
"The Special Administration Bureau is getting ready to go to White Pool Mountain."
White Pool Mountain was precisely where the Spatial Rift suppressed by Old Turtle was located.
Qin Yan's eyes lit up.
"I want to go too."
She had promised Grandpa Turtle she would go burn incense for him.
Fu Wenzi said, "Sure, sure, let's all go take a look."
The little one immediately got busy.
First, she went to the balcony and picked the strawberries that had ripened today.
The strawberries were closest to her, so they grew the best. There were ripe strawberries almost every day, crop after crop, like chives.
"One, two, three... fifteen, sixteen."
The little one could count now. Her uncles had taught her.
She counted the strawberries one by one as she picked them, taking it very seriously.
"Third Uncle, Younger Uncle, there are sixteen strawberries."
Fu Wenzi clapped. "You're amazing, Kitty. You didn't get a single number wrong."
Fu