Min Yu held his phone and looked at the nerve-soothing incense listed online for sale at $299.
Then he looked at Huo Yao’s reply popping up under the notification bar with a sad expression on his face: [Of course. It’s very expensive incense!]
Was this $299 product really the priceless nerve-soothing incense?
A long while later, Min Yu sent yet another text to Huo Yao: [Did you buy your incense from the same online shop which you recommended previously?]
Huo Yao rubbed her chin and thought for a few seconds after she saw his text.
She replied: [No, I got it from someone else.]
Min Yu stared at his phone in a daze. He raised his head and looked at Zhuo Yun. He asked him in a quiet voice. “Have you ordered?”
Zhuo Yun had just paid up, and his screen was still on the payment confirmation page. He instantly smiled and said, “Yes, Yu. I bought all their nerve-soothing incense.”
Zhuo Yun had indeed bought all the stock they had.
He put on a smug look and waited for Min Yu to praise him.
Min Yu, “…”
Min Yu rubbed his forehead. He stopped looking at Zhuo Yun and continued texting Huo Yao: [Can you send me the link?]
Huo Yao tapped her screen a couple of times gently. Instead, she wrote back: [Why do you need so much?]
The amount of incense which she made was enough to last him half a year.
Min Yu: [I like it and want to get some more.]
“Yao, who are you chatting with? Aren’t you going to drink the tea?” asked Huo Jinyan curiously.
“A friend,” said Huo Yao while composing her message.
She looked at Huo Jinyan and said, “It’s late. You shouldn’t drink so much tea, or else it will keep you awake in the night.”
“I’m used to it. It won’t affect my sleep,” said Huo Jinyan as he happily sipped on. He had been busy with renovation lately and finally had gotten the chance to relax at night. Since he drank tea daily, it made him uneasy if he did not drink it.
Huo Yao veered her eyes from him and continued to reply to Min Yu’s text: [If you use too much incense, you will get addicted. I suggest you don’t overdo it.]
Min Yu looked at his phone. He glanced at the sandalwood incense burning beside him, its fumes curling into the air. A languid look emerged in his deep hazy eyes.
A while later, he replied: [If I didn’t know you were a middle school student, I would’ve mistaken you for a physician.]
Huo Yao raised her brow and typed: [Have you ever seen such a young physician?]
Min Yu laughed. He did not keep probing her about the link any further. After all, he was already lucky to possess this box of nerve-soothing incense.
Instead, he texted: [I have a box of Da Hong Pao from Mount Wuyi. Do you want it?]
Huo Yao looked at her old man and asked him. “Do you drink Da Hong Pao?”
Huo Jinyan’s eyes instantly lit up, and he said, “Of course.”
“Okay,” replied Huo Yao.
Then she texted Min Yu: [Yes, I do.]
Min Yu: [Then I will bring it to your school gate the day after tomorrow in the afternoon.]
Huo Yao: [Okay. Thanks.]
Min Yu: [Welcome!]
Soon, Huo Yao ended the conversation. She again urged her father to drink less tea at night. Post that she went upstairs.
After Min Yu put down his phone, he instructed Zhuo Yun. “Get someone to send over the Da Hong Pao that the old man has in storage. I want it here by the day after tomorrow.”
Zhuo Yun stared wide-eyed at him and asked in a confused tone. “Don’t you have a few boxes of collectors’ editions? Why are you eyeing Old Master’s tea??”
