Seeing that the Years Weird had poured only himself a cup of tea and left none for him, the White Bone Emperor grumbled irritably, then picked up a cup. He could only help himself.
Strangely enough, although the White Bone Emperor was nothing but a skeleton, the tea he drank did not all spill out through the gaps between his bones, as it should have.
Instead, once the tea went down his mouth, it seemed to vanish into thin air.
Setting down his cup, the White Bone Emperor leaned back strategically and remarked, "Not bad, not bad. This tea tastes as good as ever. You're just a little too stingy-only three tea leaves."
"There are only a dozen or so leaves left in my tea tin altogether." Hearing the White Bone Emperor's complaint, the Years Weird rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Although the White Bone Emperor complained about the Years Weird being stingy, he understood that being treated to three tea leaves was already pretty good.
Seeing the Years Weird pour hot water into the cup, the White Bone Emperor reached for his teacup again, ready to pour himself another cup.
But the Years Weird pressed down on the White Bone Emperor's skeletal hand.
"What's this supposed to mean? I only get one cup?" The White Bone Emperor's voice rose a few pitches.
"Did you call me over just to drink my tea? When people talk about chatting over tea, aren't they supposed to chat while they drink?" the Years Weird said irritably.
"Fine!"
Hearing what the Years Weird said, the White Bone Emperor did not insist and withdrew his hand.
At the same time, he set his empty cup down in front of him and said, "I actually called you over today to talk about Xiaodie's husband. I saw