Supporting Spirit (1)

In the golden autumn of October, the leaves were withered, and broken leaves were everywhere.

The weather was a little gloomy that day.

In a small tea shop beside the official road, the seats were full today.

A middle-aged merchant who passed by was a little thirsty, so he stopped the carriage and planned to go to the tea shop to rest and drink some tea to quench his thirst.

"Sir." The dark-skinned tea shop owner nodded and bowed as he welcomed him. "There's only one seat inside. Do you mind sharing a table with others?"

"It's alright," the middle-aged merchant said generously. As he followed the boss in, he looked around at the various tea customers in the tea shop. "Boss, your tea shop's business is pretty good."

"No, no. It's just that business is better today." The boss led the middle-aged merchant to a table in the corner.