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After a long while, Uncle Ming turned around. He sat down on the mahogany sofa. Put the string and pipe aside. He picked up the teapot and slowly poured the tea into the teacup. I don't know about tea, I don't know what he means by that.

Uncle Ming heated up the water again, then pointed at the sofa beside them.

"Sit down!"

I quietly sat down on the sofa. Uncle Ming began to make tea