There was a tea stall in the east of the city, and the stall was run by a young man who looked like he was young and frail.
No matter who it is, if you tell a story there, you can pay for the tea.
The young man pointed out the mistake with a cold look, and the stall's business gradually became bleak, with fewer people even paying for tea.
After being silent for a long time, this stall managed to open up in the east of the city where every inch of land was at a premium.