Within the ancient Tao of Confucianism, the elderly Qilin flipped through a book with 27,321 characters, 37 of which were typos, for the thirteenth time.
Beside him lay a teacup; the teapot was set on a tray with a dish, containing the kind of crispy, dry snacks favored by elderly folks. Eating too much of these could lead to irritation, though some like to soak them in hot water until they're mushy. If you had to describe it, it would be said to be quite elderly.
Not just him, even the always carefree and bold contemporary Gongyang Suwang was the same.
He replaced the strong liquor with tea.
Why, you ask? Nothing more than.
It's boring!
The days are tediously dull, reaching an extreme without any joy.
