Zhao Dashan laughed heartily, "You, this kid, are still being formal with me. Don't mention any disturbance, I've been longing for your visit. Come, come, come, take a seat over here, and let's have a cup of tea first."
Zhao Dashan was a few years older than Dugu Jun'an, and he treated Dugu Zixi as if he were treating his own nephew. He used to feel sorry for Dugu Zixi, who had to endure illness at such a young age, and now that he knew Zixi had found his own fortune, he genuinely felt happy for him.
Zixi responded with a "Sure" and sat down on the sofa with him.
Zhao Dashan prepared a pot of tea and personally handed it to him, saying with a smile, "Here, have some tea. This tea was gifted to me by the old master, and I've been saving it because I am reluctant to drink it myself. Since you're here today, let's brew it and give it a try. Whatever comes from the old master should be pretty good."