"Ah, Uncle, let me pour you some tea..."
Anxious to break the awkward silence, Zhao Xintian spotted the teapot on the coffee table and scrambled to his feet. He picked up the pot and tried to pour, but his hands were shaking so badly he looked like a Parkinson's patient. The stream of water sputtered and spat, but he finally managed to fill the cup. Watching this made the Commander feel thoroughly uncomfortable, though he took a symbolic sip anyway.
After taking a moment to recover, the Commander finally dragged himself out of the heavy, awkward atmosphere, assuming once again the stern dignity of the head of the household.
Chapter 247