As the last of the tea cups emptied, murmurs rippled through the gathered crowd.
"When are you opening the teahouse?" a middle-aged man called out, impatience clear in his voice. "I'll buy a whole kilogram of those tea leaves if you hurry it up!"
"Same here! I'm ready to buy a month's supply," another man shouted, his eyes bright with excitement.
A young woman next to him sighed in regret. "I don't have the money for a lot, but I'll save up and buy some soon, that's for sure!"
Noah stood up, catching the attention of everyone nearby. He flashed his warm, confident smile, gesturing toward the teahouse's entrance. "Why don't we make it official and open the store?"
A collective cheer went up, and Noah's father, David, blinked in surprise as his son turned to him, his smile softening. "Dad," Noah said, placing a hand on his father's shoulder.
"Why don't you do the honours of opening this teahouse for the public?"
David's eyes widened.