— he would sit down on his knees, using the paper fan on his sweating face, when the paper fan came down his bangs lifted up slightly. He picked up a cup of tea, sticking his pinky finger out, he looked up at you.

”you came here for a fortune telling?…uhm..okay..”

he sighs before using the same formula from the tea he just drunk and making it and passing it to you.

”please drink it..”