The tea merchant guest didn't stay at Mute Uncle's for too long. It seemed like he was there to catch up on old times, but he also came with a bit of probing.
Feng Yi guessed that if there were any kind of deity statues to worship here, the tea merchant would probably have not hesitated to perform a devout ritual.
But the tea merchant knew the ways of the world. Seeing that Mute Uncle did not appreciate that, he didn't mention it further and quickly changed the subject.
After chatting about the current market and complaining about the weather this year, when a pot of tea was finished, the tea merchant left.
Looking at the empty teapot, Mute Uncle curled his lip.
If Feng Yi hadn't come over today, he would've just dealt with the tea merchant with any old bottle of mineral water. Offer Xiao Feng Mountain's spring water? Dream on!