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Age: 40
Sign: Aquarius
Country: China

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03/16/2023 10:54 PM 

Drabble: Morning Tea
Category: Stories

// Headcanon drabble, inspired by the picture below //
// Modern Wuxai Verse //



 
  "You are up early, even for your standards! – it´s not even dawning!", the smiling voice of the old housekeeper rang with genuine surprise and a hint of rebuke.
"Oh, …Zumú (Grandma), - I... I just came back in... urgent business to attend to last night.", he smiled back, his focus not diverting from pot and cup he currently was pouring himself some tea with.
"That´s your forth night-shifter in a row.”, the rebuke thickened while Hou Xin´s smile evolved to a chuckle.

He and everyone else knew about the almost overprotective and caring nature of the ancient house-spirit. She had been with the Guard since generations, and considered each and any of the Qi-Masters, back then and till this day, her personal responsibility and family member. 

The scolded one just shrugged, “That´s the job… and I don´t mind… day or night, it´s all the same to me anyway…”.
Wrong answer as her chiding snort made clear, “Fèihuà!(Nonsense) – you boys need to take better care of yourself! Each generation is a bad as the one before…. – what are you doing there anyway?”, she questioned the obvious while moving over to the table next to him. 
For a moment suspicious silence settled - the kind of nerve-wrecking silence which hung over a classroom during exams while the teacher was patrolling - and the desire to duck suddenly was strong when Hou Xin felt her critical glance scrutinizing his very action. 
“Is that supposed to be your breakfast?...” words by the sound of them demanding an answer well thought through.
“Uhm… shì (yes)…” – Wrong answer (again!), obviously, as the light slap to the back of his head very drastically showed.
“No wonder you are all just scrawny bones, Xiǎohuǒzi (young man) – you sit tight right here, for god´s sake sip this thin brew if you must… but you will not leave before you got something more nutritious into this belly of yours, understood?!” There was only one way to respond to this,
“Dāngrán, shí! (Of courses, yes!)”

While he sat nice and quiet, sipping his tea listening to the bustling and clattering round him, slowly the room started to fill with the mouthwatering scent of her famous sweet steamed bean-paste buns.
 

 

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