"Councilman, can't you even handle this little bit of frustration?" Heavenly Furnace raised an eyebrow: "Such minimal consumption, I'll compensate him later. Are you really afraid I can't afford it? Tell him to get lost and not bother me."
"I'll relay the message to him."
Plowsmith nodded and stood up, not lingering: "Next time, give me a heads up if there's anything."
Heavenly Furnace smiled indifferently, picking up a teacup: "If you have any objections, you can take the title of Heavenly Furnace. Then you won't have to be troubled like this."
Plowsmith paused for a moment, seemingly in thought.
Soon, he shook his head: "Forget it, too much trouble."
Heavenly Furnace was curious, "Just troublesome, not impossible?"
Plowsmith didn't say anything.
"Youth is wonderful." Heavenly Furnace said, "You are welcome anytime."
No response.
Plowsmith's figure had already vanished.
At some point, he had left.
"Young people these days."
