Soon, Tang Wu-le discovered the reason why Hajime Anze was too skinny.

This brat's stomach was just a little bigger than a cat's!

When they arrived at a small town, they entered a restaurant. When the food was served, Hajime Anze looked at the others and asked, "Which one of you doesn't have enough rice?"

What?

Then, Hajime Anze calmly used his unused chopsticks to push more than half of the food into other people's bowls. After the dishes were served, he drank a bowl of soup first. He only took three servings of each dish, counting the rice as he ate.

"Do you usually eat so little?"

Tang Wu-le stared at Hajime Anze's appetite in shock. He suddenly realized why Hajime Anze weighed less than a girl.

This was simply a stomach the size of a sparrow!

"No." Hajime Anze picked up a handkerchief and wiped his mouth. "I don't think their food suits my taste." To put it bluntly, it didn't taste good.

However, with his appetite and eating habits, even if he encountered delicious food, he wouldn't eat much.

An Zeyi's gaze swept past the disdainful waiter. While he felt that it was funny, he said softly, "The shredded ginger in the cabbage is too thick, the thickening of the tofu stew is too thin, the ratio of soybeans to black beans makes the tofu taste not delicate enough, and the steamed Taihu White Fish is overheated."

"So, this food doesn't really suit my taste. Why should I force myself to eat it?

Just fill your stomach. "

Everyone else: "…"

Can we say that we still eat well?

Young man, just how picky is your mouth!

He watched as Hajime Anze opened the teapot he had brought over, called for a pot of warm water, and made himself a cup of tea.

Yes, bubbles.

Tang Shi's tea was first roasted over a fire, then crushed and boiled. Salt and other seasonings were also added. Hajime Anze, on the other hand, steeped the tea leaves and drank them directly.

However, there was a fragrant scent beside it that assailed their nostrils.

Tang Wu-le didn't stand on ceremony either. He directly handed over his cup and said, "Give me a cup too."

Hajime Anze glanced at him and made him a cup.

At the same time, he also asked the others, but other than Tang Wu-le, no one wanted to drink it.

(Others: Little tyrant's Death's Eye. Tsk, so scary.)

Unlike the tea cakes that he was used to, Hajime Anze's tea was in the shape of a leaf. It was curled up like a snail, and its hairs were exposed. It was silvery green, tender, and tight. It looked very different.

White clouds rolled and snowflakes danced in the air. Green and slender buds floated in the water. The soup was slightly yellow and the water was light.

With a light sniff, the water vapor emitted a faint natural fragrance of flowers and fruits. It was lofty and lasting, refreshing one's heart and lungs.

After blowing on the tea to cool it down, Tang Wu-le gently took a sip. It was fresh and mellow, slightly bitter. There was a sweet fruity taste in the refreshing tea, and it was sweet when it went down his throat.

"No wonder you brought tea leaves with you when you went out. It's indeed unusual. It's good tea." After savoring the taste, Tang Wu-le looked at Hajime Anze and asked, "Where did you buy the tea leaves?"

"I made them myself."

"Huh?" Tang Wu-le was stunned by Hajime Anze's answer. "You know how to make tea leaves?"

"Of course. Didn't I say?"

Hajime Anze added more water into his cup. His tone was calm and confident. "I'm not used to tea leaves made by others, so I had to make them myself."

In fact, he didn't know how to make tea leaves in his previous life. Other than knowing how to drink and taste tea, he only knew that there was a step in making green tea called frying.

But for some reason, after waking up in this life with the appearance of a 13-year-old shota, he realized that he seemed to have mastered a lot of abilities.

He had a good understanding of mechanisms and tea making. When he was sick and drank medicine, he could even remember the name of the herbs and their effects, as well as the formula, just by smelling it.

This made Hajime Anze wonder if he had taken over the body of a child from ancient times who looked very similar to himself when he was young, and even obtained the various abilities that the child had learned.

But unfortunately, this child didn't leave any memories for him. So much so that he couldn't even repay the child's kindness and take care of his family.

"Your accent sounds like it's from Sichuan. Sichuan's tea is also very good."

Hajime Anze looked at him in confusion. "Bashan Sparrow Tongue, Tianfu Dragon Sprout, Mengding Mountain Tea, Yibin Zao Baijian Kungfu Black Tea, they're all excellent."

Why haven't I heard of these teas you mentioned?

Which one of us is from Sichuan?

I remember that the starting point of the Sichuan-Tibet Tea Horse Road is Ya 'an. Isn't that where the tea is produced?

Hajime Anze really wanted to say this, but after thinking about it, he didn't say anything.

What if this Tea Horse Road hadn't been developed yet?

Although it was said to have appeared during the Tang and Song Dynasties, it was still during the Tang Dynasty. Who knew if it had appeared during the Middle or Late Tang Dynasty?

Moreover, information didn't travel as fast in ancient times as it did in modern times. Perhaps only a few people knew about the Tea Horse Road now.

With this thought, Hajime Anze calmed down. He refilled Tang Wu-le's cup and drank quietly for a while.

They set off once again.

Hajime Anze was a person who preferred silence over action. He was also a person who was very, very good at finding his own interests.

Anzei, who was sitting in the carriage, was holding a thin carving knife in his hand. He was concentrating on carving gold and stone.

Because Hajime Anze's obedience made people worry less, and because Jiangnan's culture was different from Sichuan, everyone wanted to bring local specialties to their families.

Therefore, An Zeyi, who was bored out of his mind, kindly helped a shop to deal with a customer. He also gave a few very good suggestions to the shop owner. In the end, he received a carving knife and a piece of scrap rock that no one wanted as a gift.

Yes, a piece of trash. There were many impurities in the center of the transparent white jade, and the area of impurities was shocking.

Along the way, Tang Wu-le watched the small piece of stone change continuously under Hajime Anze's fingertips. It became the size of a pigeon's egg, and then it was hollowed out layer by layer into nine layers of Yu Linglong.

The outermost layer of white jade was clear, and there were nine layers of different colors on the inside. The impurities that couldn't be removed were used as embellishments.

Under the sunlight, the stone was bright and dazzling.

"Good craftsmanship."

Looking at the clean Hajime Anze casually allowing him to take away the Yu Linglong, Tang Wu-le suddenly asked, "Since you have such skills, why do you still write novels?"

Even the imperial palace might not have such craftsmanship.

"I like it."

Hajime Anze yawned lazily, "It's my personal hobby. I think writing novels is more interesting."

"Besides, writing a storybook has a different meaning for me."

It was different.

If he started writing to earn money to support himself, then in the end, writing novels was about his inner world.

In the history of the Chinese dynasty, the Tang and Han dynasties were the strongest and most prosperous periods. But even so, it was still a feudal society full of imperial power and social classes.

He didn't like it.

When he wrote novels, he had always put his heart and soul into creating the world he loved.

He wrote about the three religions and nine schools, about the nobles and the court, and about the joys and sorrows of life. It was as if such a small world really existed among the three thousand worlds, and it was acting out all kinds of things that he wrote.

Writing was no longer just a hobby or a job. It was a kind of enjoyment.

"You have so many hobbies."

Tang Wu-le looked at the Yu Linglong in his hand. He looked at how it was still sitting in a dignified and elegant carriage. He thought of how Hajime Anze used the same ingredients as them to make delicious food. Even the grilled fish was delicious. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This Hajime Anze was not only pretentious and eccentric (Tang Wu-le: If you can't get used to food or drink, you'd rather do it yourself than make do with it. If this isn't pretentious, then what is?). His background was definitely not ordinary.

That kind of calmness and elegance that couldn't be hidden even in a coarse hemp garment was a nobleness that could only be cultivated from being taught by example since young and being influenced by what one heard and saw. It was a pretentious and dignified attitude that was cultivated from a life of luxury. [Cross out]

Moreover, a nouveau riche couldn't raise the kind of character and loftiness that only the children of aristocratic families had.

Was he a descendant of an aristocratic family?

He didn't understand Hajime Anze's thoughts, didn't know about Hajime Anze's past, and couldn't see where his quiet and clear eyes were looking at, but …

He really wanted to know more about this young man. He wanted to know more about this young man who was incompatible with the Tangmen, Jianghu, and even China's Tang Dynasty.