Following Yun Yang, Ling Feng couldn't help but mutter to himself as he observed Yun Yang's steady and leisurely pace.
If Yun Yang were angry, it should be apparent from his stride, but now... with his unhurried manner, where did he resemble an angry old man? Moreover, Ling Feng didn't detect any signs of irritation emanating from Yun Yang.
Just as Ling Feng was considering whether to break the awkward silence, Yun Yang suddenly stopped, "We're here, go in!"
Looking up, Ling Feng saw that the teahouse before him was the very one where he had first met Yun Yang after returning to the country.
After they were seated, Ling Feng watched Yun Yang preparing tea and began to feel uneasy. He said with a wry smile, "Uncle Yun, if you want to scold or hit me, I absolutely won't dodge!"
"Young man, don't be so impatient!" said Yun Yang calmly. "Can't you see I am making tea? Frustration and chaos can't produce good tea!"
