Foo Chen also found it peculiar.
That day he met the Tea Saint, the old lady wasn't as bad-tempered as rumored, but she was definitely not easy to get along with.
She competed with a young man like him for a roasted rabbit leg and even told him not to block the light.
Yet, Miss Ying Zijin got along with her harmoniously.
Foo Chen didn't know why, but he was used to it.
No help for it, a mentor is still a mentor.
Always able to throw an unexpected trump card when least expected.
An Ling's eyes suddenly widened in shock, "What did you say? It was Miss Zijin who took you to see her?"
"Yes, yes, yes, next time there's a good opportunity, I'll take you to meet her," Foo Chen gave him a shove, "Hurry up and help me with refining medicine, or when the elder in my family comes out, I will be kicked into the lake again."
