Hundred Lakes Shore Pavilion.
Gu Luoshui was methodically brewing tea, especially pouring seven-tenths full for Du Wushen, carefully ensuring the temperature of each cup was just right—neither too hot nor too cold.
Du Mao glanced at the tiny teacup. His voice had been hoarse from shouting earlier, and he was parched, so he directly grabbed the whole teapot from Gu Luoshui and drank straight from the spout like an ox.
After finishing, he spat the tea leaves in his mouth into the lake, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "Those old geezers, you can't let them get used to being indulged. The attitude has to be as tough as mine just now!"
"They may harbor discontent and cause us all sorts of trouble later. Du Shen, it's better to stay cautious," Ruan Muhuan said.
