"Miss Wang, please have some tea," Ling Xuan said as she lifted the teacup with three fingers and delicately sniffed it before taking a small sip.
Wang Shiying, imitating her, also picked up her teacup and took a sip. The aroma of the tea had already invigorated her spirit, and as she drank it, she immediately felt her pores seeming to breathe. It was a delightful sensation beyond description, and she had no idea what kind of tea could be so magical.
"This tea is really fragrant," Wang Shiying remarked regretfully as she set down her cup, unable to help but express her admiration.
"The name of this tea is 'Cloud Sea Mist Peak.' Its annual production does not exceed a hundred kilograms. If Miss Wang likes it, I'll have some sent to you afterward," Ling Xuan said with a smile.
