"Aren't you worried about your back, sitting like that? As the deputy valley master, shouldn't you be mindful of these things?" said Yang Qing as he took one of the empty seats and unabashedly poured himself some of the tea Ren Shu had been praising.
"What's with you?" Ren Shu shook his head at Yang Qing before reaching for his own cup.
Yang Qing, whose belly had been filled with envy and anger, felt those emotions instantly wash away as surprise and satisfaction took over.
"This is good!" He had intended to keep that remark to himself, but his mouth was too honest for its own good in times like this.
Ren Shu smiled at the praise, wearing a humble yet triumphant expression that drew a quiet, petty snort from Yang Qing, who quickly avoided eye contact and brought his gaze down to the reddish-brown jujube tea in his hands.
