Dark Cuisine

Under the shade of a willow tree, a small teahouse was bustling with noise.

To put it nicely, this kind of teahouse in the countryside sold its quiet and elegant nature. Most of them were earthen houses, and then they used reed foil to support the ceiling. They built earthen tables and stools, sand teapots, and yellow sand tea bowls to brew purple-black thick bitter tea.

Sitting in this teahouse that was almost open-air, he could see the clouds and listen to the croaking of frogs and birds. Of course, the bragging of the village elders was also indispensable.

"Let me tell you, my friend is really amazing. He started learning literature at the age of three, practiced martial arts at the age of four, was proficient in poetry and songs at the age of five, was invincible in the town at the age of six, was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting at the age of eight, and at the age of nine…"

"Hey, wait a minute. Where did your friend go when she was seven?"