After a few more words, the opinions were unified.
The old men finally quieted down.
The young Ye Feng was responsible for instructing someone to prepare, leaving Xiao Wenyi present, staring blankly at the empty teacup.
Mo Liancheng smiled, "Don't be dazed; I'll brew another pot for you to taste."
"Really, do you still have some?"
"Of course I do, but there's not much left. Ten thousand-year-old goblins are hard to find." Mo Liancheng truly liked this young boy, who was pure, straightforward, kindhearted, and without any ulterior motives. He wouldn't think ill of others. He retrieved a box from another Storage Bag, containing some tea leaves, and carefully selected some to prepare the tea.
Xiao Wenyi's eyes sparkled, but he still felt a bit anxious, glancing around from time to time.
Qu Tan'er smiled awkwardly and patted Xiao Wenyi's shoulder to comfort him, "Don't worry, without those old men intruding, this pot is definitely yours."
