137 The Dream of the Glorious Age

"Old Time Tea, can I give you a little bit more hot water?" Zhang Zian held a water pot, pouring hot water into Old Time Tea’s cup.

"Thank you." Old Time Tea gently smiled.

"My pleasure. Please be careful not to get burned." Zhang Zian went upstairs, holding the water pot. Based on what Old Time Tea heard, Zhang Zian went back to the kitchen, putting the water pot back on the table with a "ding".

Old Time Tea put its forepaw close to the cup, feeling the warm temperature from the hot water.

In the autumn afternoon, the sun was not strong, the wind soft and not depressed, and everything was calm and peaceful.

Old Time Tea narrowed its eyes, its pupils shining with a beautiful light.

Getting older made it like warm things.

The world was very warm and this young man was also very warm.

This was a bright and warm time. All the dark having been completely dispersed, at least this country was back on its feet – Old Time Tea thought so through the TV programs.