The tea was very hot.
Lin Shuyou sat upright and proper, trying his best not to look at the faces of his master and grandfather, as their faces were now hotter than the tea in his hand.
Lin Fu'an tried several times to put down his teacup but picked it up again.
Chen Shoumen held the lid, scraping around the edge of the cup circle after circle.
Who would have thought they had gone through all the formalities only to be told by their own grandson (disciple) that they were overthinking things?
They now felt a sense of humiliation, as if their underpants had been seen by their grandson (disciple), and they had willingly taken them off themselves.
Lin Shuyou was the first to break the silence, "Master, Grandpa, we are currently..."
Lin Shuyou got stuck and began to scratch his head hard.
No, he couldn't just say it so straightforwardly, or else his grandfather and master wouldn't handle it well.
