Mr. Zhuang waved his hand at his three disciples and, with Bai Erlang's help, sat back down on the chair. He said to Mr. Jiang and the others with a smile, "The tea Mr. Jiang brought today is too good. I did not expect to become intoxicated after only a few cups."
Mr. Jiang turned his head and glanced at Chen Fulin, who was silently looking down. Mr. Jiang could not help but burst into laughter and cheerfully said, "This is the first time in my life I've seen someone drunk on tea. Come on, Brother Zhuang, have another cup to sober up."
Mr. Jiang passed the tea over, and Mr. Zhuang indeed took it and had a sip, praising, "Good tea."
The crowd: ...So, was he really drunk on tea or pretending to be?
At that moment, everyone looked at the calm Mr. Zhuang and then at Chen Fulin, who was intently staring at Mr. Zhuang. They began to suspect something was amiss—the relationship between these two classmates and fellow townspeople didn't seem to be very good.
