The private room was divided into an inner and outer area by an embroidered screen!

Through the partially obscured screen, Qiqi saw the old man sitting upright at the tea table behind it.

The old man was dressed in a white kung fu outfit, with the overly long sleeves rolled up to reveal his slender wrists.

The old man was brewing tea, his movements were very precise. Hearing the noise, he looked up and smiled at them through the screen. "You're here! Please have a seat. The tea will be ready soon. Have some hot tea to calm your nerves!"

Liao Gang glanced at the little girl again, his expression complex, before finally walking over.

Qiqi followed him behind the screen, and the moment she saw the old man's face clearly, she couldn't help but gasp.

What a strong destiny!

Such rich golden light of merit!

It's not about wealth, but about strength.

The kind of toughness that even if everyone around you dies, you still won't die!

No wonder he survived such a brutal battlefield!

The golden light emanating from his body was so dazzling it almost blinded her.

"Old Qiong!" Liao Gang stood in front of the old man and respectfully saluted.

"Hello, Grandpa Qiong!" Qiqi still respected such a person who had performed great deeds.

It was this bloodthirsty aura that made Qiqi's head ache.

But it's understandable. After all, they came from that kind of battlefield, how could they not have some fighting spirit!

But when the old man smiled, it had a warm, welcoming quality. "Hello, young lady. Don't stand at attention here, have a seat!"

Liao Gang brought over two prayer cushions and knelt down on one of them in a standard posture.

Qiqi didn't want to torture herself like that, so she took off her little leather shoes, climbed onto the futon, and sat down cross-legged.

He went straight to the point and asked, "Grandpa Qiong, what did you want to tell me when you asked Uncle Liao to call me here?"

Old Master Qiong was brewing tea when he heard this, his hand paused, and his sharp eyes swept over her. "Young lady, you're a bit impatient! Have some tea first, we're not in a hurry, let's chat slowly."

"All right!"

Qiqi stopped talking, her round eyes fixed on Old Qiong's movements.

Seeing her interest, Old Master Qiong looked at her with a smile and said, "These days, very few children are interested in making tea. Do you want to learn? I can teach you."

Qiqi shook her head.

"Why?" Old Lady Qiong asked, puzzled. She was clearly very interested, so why wasn't she learning it?

Qiqi didn't speak, but just looked at Liao Gang.

Liao Gang felt a tightness in his back.

Old Qiong chuckled, "Why are you looking at him? Does he mean he won't let you learn?"

Liao Gang's scalp tingled instantly as he explained, "No, Elder Qiong, I wouldn't dare!"

"I was just saying it offhand, why are you so nervous?" Old Qiong asked the young girl with a smile. "Don't worry about him, just tell the truth."

Qiqi sighed helplessly, "Alright then! I'll tell you the truth, Grandpa Qiong, you can't be angry! Because before I came in, Uncle Liao told me to be polite, so I didn't want to say it."

Qiong Lao glanced at Liao Gang lightly, and Liao Gang touched his nose, unconsciously straightening his back.

"You can say whatever you want, I promise I won't get angry." Old Qiong reassured Qiqi.

Qiqi nodded, then said, "I'm not learning it because Grandpa Qiong, you made a mistake! Since I already know it's wrong, why should I learn it?"

"Did I brew it wrong?" Old Qiong glanced at the teapot in her hand. "Young lady, I learned my tea-brewing skills from a professional tea master. Are you going to say that the tea master taught me wrong too?"

"Yes, he taught it wrong!" Qiqi nodded emphatically. "If Grandpa Qiong doesn't believe me, I can brew it for you. Then you can drink the tea that the two of us brewed and compare them, and you'll know!"

Old Master Qiong clearly didn't believe it, but he didn't show it. He smiled and handed the tea set to the little girl, gesturing with one hand for her to proceed as she pleased.

Qiqi didn't stand on ceremony and naturally took the tea set and began to brew tea.

The tea set is exquisite, and the young girl is even more exquisite. The collision of these two exquisite things creates a unique and beautiful scene.

Putting everything else aside, it certainly looks pleasing to the eye!

At first, Qiong Lao simply took it as indulging the little girl's mischief and glanced at her casually from time to time.

But as he watched, Old Qiong's expression changed, and shock appeared in his eyes. He stared intently, not daring to miss a single movement of the little girl.

After the long and complicated tea-brewing process was over, Qiqi poured a cup of clear and fragrant tea in front of Grandpa Qiong and made a perfect tea-tasting gesture. "Grandpa Qiong, you can taste it now!"

Looking at the two cups of tea in front of him, Qiong Lao realized that his cup was far inferior to Qi Qi's in both color and aroma.

You don't even need to taste it to know he lost!

Old Master Qiong's gaze towards the little girl changed, becoming more cautious.

"No need to taste it, I lose." Old Qiong readily admitted defeat, then asked with interest, "Young lady, who taught you your tea-brewing skills?"

"Grandpa Qiong, you can call me by my name, my name is Qiqi." Liao Gang, who was standing next to her, seemed very interested and craned his neck to look at the two cups of tea in front of Grandpa Qiong. Qiqi simply poured him a cup as well, and then answered Grandpa Qiong's question, "I learned my tea-making skills from my master. My master is very good. He can not only make tea, but also do calligraphy, painting, and playing the zither. However, my master said that my handwriting is not good, it looks like a ghost's scribbles."

That's probably why she draws her talismans so well.

Liao Gang looked at the tea in front of him, picked it up, and drank it all in one gulp.

After swallowing, he smacked his lips, as if savoring the taste.

However, after reflecting on it for a long time, I still couldn't taste anything special.

It's just a few tea leaves steeped in water, nothing different.

However, Qiqi's tea-making process may be a bit longer and more complicated.

Too flashy!

He pursed his lips slightly in disdain, but when he looked up, he saw that Qiqi and Old Qiong were both looking at him with a rather indescribable expression.

Liao Gang paused for a moment, then raised his hand to touch his face. "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Old Qiong shook his head, and Qiqi silently chose to shut up.

There's really nothing to say to someone who doesn't understand tea.

Old Master Qiong's gaze towards Qiqi grew even more kind and gentle. "Qiqi, I wonder where your master is now?"

He really wanted to get to know this pretentious person.

These words undoubtedly struck a nerve with the little girl, causing her to lower her eyes and conceal the pain within them.

"Master...is gone!"

Old Qiong: ...

Seeing the little girl's dejected look, Old Qiong felt both embarrassed and annoyed.

"Sorry, I don't know."

"It's alright," Qiqi shook her head, "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of life. Grandpa Qiong, you'll die too, and... you'll die very soon!"