Knowing Ye Wan understands tea and can brew it, Old Master Lu waved his hand, and the group moved from the living room to the backyard.
Under the ancient trees covering Huayin, there was a tea table made from tree roots.
Besides the tea table were four tree stumps cushioned with soft pads.
At first glance, the scene exuded leisure.
As the tea was rinsed and brewed, and the fragrance spread, Old Master Lu looked at Ye Wan, then at Lu Changchuan, and couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.
This grandson of his, he's good in every aspect, except he's got a temper.
While other sons started dating in middle school and changed girlfriends too many times before adulthood,
when it came to Lu Changchuan, his brows would furrow like he could crush mosquitoes with them when he saw women.
Though he had already held his great-grandson and didn't need to rush him into romance or marriage, Old Master Lu had once doubted whether his most valued grandson might spend his life alone.
