"Serve tea to Mr. Lin."
This sentence came out of Mr. Wang's mouth, and he himself appeared perfectly normal. Wang Sijing's expression also froze for a moment. It was clear that she knew this scene would happen long ago, but her heart could hardly accept it.
Lin Tian completely understood and sympathized with her. If it were him, on his wedding day, having to serve tea and apologize to his most hated enemy, he couldn't bear it!
What surprised Lin Tian was that Wang Sijing not only endured it but also walked toward the pathway copper pot. With delicate hands lifting the pot, she turned around and started rinsing the tea set with already somewhat aged boiling water, then placed the tea leaves, and poured the water...
Each step carried an indescribable grace when performed by Wang Sijing, perhaps due to the visual contrast brought by her wedding garments. Regardless... her tea brewing skills weren't that great, not much different from Lin Tian's.
