"Father, do you really think the Holy Venerable is..."
Inside a luxurious mansion, a young horse-headed demonkin was trying to say something to his father when he was interrupted with a glance.
"My son, these days I have been busy with public affairs and haven't had a deep conversation with you for a long time."
"Sit down and let your father see how your tea-brewing skills have progressed recently."
"Somehow, when I was young I enjoyed strong liquor, but as I grew older, I became more fond of tea."
Ma Zouri patted his eldest son's shoulder and led him straight into a tea room.
"Father, you are a wise veteran traveler who has gone through the rigors of life, returning to a simpler, more truthful state."
The young horse-headed demonkin slapped on a flatterer's smile and began to brew tea methodically.
After swift and clean movements, a cup of fragrant tea was freshly brewed.