Seeing that Li Huowang was looking over at them, the man called Big Teapot and the young fellow with him sensibly backed away.
"One order of lucky fruits, one order of crabapple cakes. Daoist Master, enjoy your meal. If you need more tea, just give us a shout."
Li Huowang lifted his teacup, took a small sip, and continued listening to the nonsense from the storyteller on the stage.
"So there stood the Great Sage Zhuge Yuan atop Youdu City's wall! He gave that Arrogant Dragon Club a mighty shake, glared with his eyes—'AHEI!'"
"And look at those Dharma Sect vermin! They collapsed in waves like wheat in a field—and guess what? They were scared to death on the spot!"
At the climax, applause rang through the teahouse, and some of the wealthier patrons even tossed coins onto the stage.
"Heh, now that's funny. The storyteller has gotten himself written right into his own story."
