Sir Ouyang had a head full of white hair, wrinkles crisscrossing his face, and a few age spots here and there. But his spirit was still quite good. However, he was sulking at the moment, which made him look like a pouting child in Mi Jing's eyes.
"How can I drink tea with dirty hands?" Sir Ouyang was still throwing a tantrum.
"I'll feed you, okay?" Mi Jing rolled her eyes at Sir Ouyang and brought the teacup to his mouth.
The aroma of the tea drifted in, filling his lungs, and Sir Ouyang immediately looked more energized. His previously tense expression relaxed quite a bit.
The tea in the cup was still steaming. Sir Ouyang blew on it and took a small sip. As the fragrance of the tea spread in his mouth, his somber brow and eyes instantly softened.
"The taste is good, you brew the best tea." Sir Ouyang looked at Mi Jing and praised her with a smile.
"Hehe, it's all thanks to your good teaching, grandpa." Mi Jing giggled and flattered him.
