My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Ye Qingfeng poured a few more cups. Lü Yang grabbed one, Miao Gui grabbed one, and Shen Zhaoyue also picked up a cup.

Lu Yang took a sip, squinted his eyes, smacked his lips, and didn't say anything—he was afraid that speaking would ruin the ethereal atmosphere.

A few people sat in the courtyard, drinking tea and basking in the sun.

The branches of the jujube tree provide shade overhead. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the dappled sunlight dances on the table.

After drinking two cups of tea, Lü Yang felt warm inside and his mind started to wander.

He looked at the teapot on the table, then at the jujube tree, and suddenly sighed.

"Master, it's good to have tea, but it's a pity there are no snacks." He rubbed his stomach. "Just drinking tea feels like something's missing."

Hearing this, A'luo looked up at the jujube tree and said with some regret.

"The jujubes aren't ripe yet; they're still green and can't be eaten right now. Otherwise, picking a few to go with tea would be perfect."

Ye Qingfeng smiled and put down his teacup.

"What's the harm in that?"

He raised his hand and gently pointed at the jujube tree.

Aro couldn't see what he was pointing at.

She only saw that many tiny flower buds, the size of rice grains, suddenly sprouted on the outstretched branch.

The flower buds are a tender green, plump and swollen, as if they are holding their breath.

Then the breath couldn't be held back any longer—the flower bud split open, revealing tiny, yellowish-green petals inside, densely packed together, turning the entire branch into a cluster of flowers.

The fragrance of jujube blossoms wafts down, faint and sweet, mingling with the aroma of tea, creating an indescribably pleasant scent.

A Luo looked up at the branches full of flowers, her mouth agape.

The flowers have not withered.

The petals trembled gently in the wind, and then a small bump swelled up under the calyx.

The lump grew bigger and bigger, from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a soybean, from the size of a soybean to the size of a thumb, and from the size of a thumb to the size of a child's fist.

The color also changed from cyan to light green, from light green to yellowish-green, and from yellowish-green to a mix of red and white.

The dates are ripe.

The tree branch was laden with dates, so heavy that the branches drooped down, less than two feet from the table.

The red ones are like agate, the white ones are like mutton fat, and they are covered with morning dew.

No, it's not dew, it's honey that seeps out of the jujube itself, shiny and sticky.

Aro reached out and picked one, then took a bite.

Crispy, sweet, and the juice dripped down my chin.

She quickly wiped it with the back of her hand, not wanting to waste it, and then licked the juice off her fingers.

"Sweet," she said, her eyes curving into crescents.

These dates are much sweeter than those grown in previous years!

Lu Yang had already stood up and reached out to grab the dates.

He picked one and popped it into his mouth, chewing it with a "crunch crunch" sound. Juice spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it away and reached out to pick a second one.

Miao Gui also stood up, picked one, took a bite, nodded, and picked another.

Shen Zhaoyue didn't stand up; she simply reached out and picked a fruit from a drooping branch, then put it in her mouth and chewed it slowly.

She didn't show much expression on her face, but chewed for a while before swallowing.

A-Luo ate two of them, then suddenly remembered something and turned to run back into the house.

"I also have sunflower seeds and peanuts! Perfect with tea!"

She ran into the kitchen, rummaged through drawers and cupboards for a long time, and came out carrying a basket. The basket was filled with some melon seeds and peanuts, scattered here and there, forming a thin layer at the bottom.

Her face flushed slightly, and she said shyly, "These are all that's left... The mice ate so many, there are only a few left."

Ye Qingfeng glanced at the melon seeds and peanuts in the basket and smiled: "Give me the rest."

A Luo handed over the basket.

Ye Qingfeng took it, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and peanuts, and casually scattered them on the ground.

The sunflower seeds and peanuts fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and then stopped.

Then they started to sprout.

The sunflower seed shells crack open, revealing tender white sprouts inside, which then burrow into the soil.

The peanut shells cracked, and two thick cotyledons emerged, pushing against the soil and growing upwards.

It grew even faster than the vines before. In the blink of an eye, the melon seedlings had grown to a foot tall and blossomed—golden petals, round faces, smiling brightly at the sun.

The peanut seedlings have also started to bloom. They are small and yellow, hidden under the leaves, and can hardly be seen unless you look closely.

Flowers bloom quickly, and wither quickly too.

The sunflower petals fell one by one, revealing the densely packed seeds underneath, arranged neatly as if someone had measured them with a ruler.

After the peanut flowers wither, the receptacle burrows into the soil and quietly forms pods underground.

Ye Qingfeng reached out and gently stroked the sunflower's face.

The ripe sunflower seeds fell, plump and full, making a crisp "tap-tap" sound as they landed on the table.

He grabbed at the soil again, pulling the peanut vine up by the roots. Strings of peanuts, white and covered in wet mud, hung from the roots.

He rubbed the peanuts in his hands, the mud came off, the shells dried, and the peanuts fell onto the table, piled up with the sunflower seeds.

A Luo stood to the side, looking at the pile of sunflower seeds and peanuts, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

She reached out and grabbed a sunflower seed, cracked it open, and found the kernel fragrant and crunchy, much fresher than those bought at the market.

"Master," she whispered, "is this also magic?"

Ye Qingfeng glanced at her, smiled, and said nothing.

Lu Yang chimed in from the side, "Of course it's magic! The immortal master's abilities are far greater, this is nothing."

He grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and cracked them open with a "crunch, crunch" sound, looking smug, as if he had conjured the magic himself.

Miao Gui also grabbed a handful of peanuts, peeled off the shells, put the peanuts in his mouth, chewed them, and nodded.

He didn't speak, but his eyes kept looking at the tea tree—the small tea tree growing on the table.

Several leaves have been plucked, but new buds have sprouted from the wounds, lush and green, even more vibrant than before.

Ye Qingfeng sat in a rocking chair, swaying slowly, holding a cup of tea in his hand, squinting at the sky above that was fragmented by jujube branches.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, falling on him, casting shards of gold on his greyish-blue Taoist robe.

The teapot spout was still emitting thin, white smoke, rising as high as the jujube branch, before being blown away by the wind and scattered in the sunlight, gone.

The jujubes were still hanging on the branches, red and white, weighing down the branches.

The sunflower's head was empty, but the stem still stood upright, the leaves were green, and it swayed gently in the wind.

The peanut vines were piled up in the corner, the soil around their roots still damp and black.

A Luo stood up, patted the dirt off her knees, went inside to get a small basket, put the melon seeds and peanuts from the table into it, and then picked a basket full of dates.

She placed the basket on the table, sat down beside it, poured herself a cup of tea, held it in her hands, and slowly drank it.

The tea is still warm, the melon seeds are still fragrant, and the dates are still sweet.

She took a sip of tea, then another, and suddenly realized that she had never had a morning like this in all her life.

Ye Qingfeng lay on the rocking chair, swaying slowly.

The chair creaked and groaned, mingling with the rustling of jujube leaves, the cracking of melon seed shells, and the hissing of steam rising from the teapot spout.

He squinted at the jujube tree, at the dappled sunlight filtering through the leaves, and at the wisps of tea smoke that rose into the air and then dissipated.

I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time.

He smiled, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.