Ma Wei closed the car door, and the space inside the vehicle was immediately sealed. Huangfuming sat properly opposite her, and on the red mud stove, the spring water in the iron kettle was already ready. He reached out to touch the body of the kettle to test the water temperature, then personally brewed a cup of tea and gently brought it to her, smiling: "Would this be considered borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha?" This tea is Spiritual Tea produced by Hidden Stream, the only one of its kind in the world.
His movements were as fluid as flowing clouds and water, subtly revealing a sense of tranquility and self-cultivation, as if he had been immersed in the tea ceremony for years. Ning Xiaoxian knew that in ancient Huaxia, the cultivation of tea ceremony could reflect one's true inner realm. Just from his display of skill, she should indeed regard him more highly.
She gently lifted the porcelain bowl and took a sip: "That black cat has a truly evil aura."
