Song Mingzhao paid attention to the fire strength. When the cup was boiling, he picked up some tea and placed it into the teacup. "I'm worried that you'll ruin this rare good thing."
Even someone as gentle as Song Wanhui couldn't help but feel angry. "I've also learned tea art since I was young. How can I ruin such a good thing?!"
Song Mingzhao pulled out the charcoal from time to time and did not speak.
The more Song Wanhui thought about it, the angrier she became. "You're all brothers, but why is the difference so big? Not only does Yao Yao's cousin know how to teach her calligraphy, studies, and zither skills, but he also knows how to make a fan and a zither for her. On Yao Yao's tenth birthday, he even gave her a seal with a peach blossom stone. Second Miss Yu said that Cousin Zhou spent a lot of time carving it himself. Even her father praised it endlessly…"
