Upon hearing these words, Wenquan Xin immediately grabbed a stool with a mischievous mind, then ran over to Ye Hao, pulled him over with some overly affectionate gestures, and beckoned, "Come, come! Old Ye, have a seat! Have a seat! What's the matter, Wei Yang, is the water in the kettle boiled? Quickly make Old Ye a nice cup of tea."
No need for Wenquan Xin to instruct, Wei Yang would naturally do it.
Soon, the tea was served.
Wenquan Xin received the hot tea and presented it to Ye Hao, pulling over a stool himself. After sitting down, he leaned forward and said, "Old Ye, after your long journey, have some tea to soothe your throat."
Even a fool could hear the implication in Wenquan Xin's words, and Ye Hao was not foolish, how could he not hear it? He blew on the steam rising from the cup and smiled as he asked, "You have something to say, don't you?"
