47 A Young Man Who Could Tolerate the Loneliness on the Hill

"What tea is this?" asked Guo Sirou.

"Some tea from the hill," replied Wang Yao with a smile. He was telling the truth. The tea leaves were common but the tea water was special. The combination of these two was like using nectar to cook Wonton. It would certainly be extraordinary.

"Tea from the hill. I've never tasted any other tea better than this. Even those using wild tea leaves can't compare to this one!" said Guo Sirou.

"Do you read scripture?" He Qisheng saw the basic scriptures that sat next to the table.

Zhuang Zi, Huangting Jing, and Daide Jing—nowadays, there were not many people could sit down to read these scriptures, let alone a young man like Wang Yao.

"I only read them when I have nothing else to do," said Wang Yao calmly.

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Guo Sirou and He Qisheng left the cottage after a short while.

"This young man is very different!" said Guo Sirou after she left the hill.