"For now, that's all."
Fang Che smiled sheepishly.
"Then let's move on to the question of the second pot of tea."
Dongfang Sansan smiled faintly, placed the tea leaves, washed the tea, woke the tea, then poured water, brewed the tea, swirled the tea, returned the tea, and served the tea.
The slightly brownish-yellow tea poured into the cup.
The fragrance of the tea rose, and Fang Che felt his mind clear.
"This pot of tea is also Yan Nan's."
Dongfang Sansan chuckled, "Yan Nan's oolong tea. Today, among these seven teas... five of them are plucked from Yan Nan's."
He smiled mischievously, seemingly quite pleased with himself.
But suddenly, Fang Che felt a pang of blockage in his heart, almost unable to breathe.
Because these teas don't exist on the Guardian Continent!
And Ninth lord had plucked these teas, if not for today's conversation, he wouldn't have taken a sip at all!
