The main thing is that yesterday I finally conceived a plot, which ended up attracting a lot of abuse.

As the old saying goes, if you get something, you have to bear it, and if you don't get tea, why should you bear abuse?

When I got up in the morning, I wanted to code words, but I found a scolding.

What am I doing wrong?

Originally, I really wanted to be a eunuch, and I could eat tea at the outstation, but many book friends came to me, and I pondered for a long time to make tea.

For more than a month, more than 300 book friends and thousands of fans, I don't want to give up making tea, so I can only say that I am capricious about making tea.

Today's fifth watch should be regarded as reparation.

I'm sorry.