Xie Cheng did not speak.
After a brief silence, he reached out and took another hawthorn roll. He put it in his mouth and said calmly, "Up to you."
"Hmph." Xie Min reached out and took the box from his hand. "You've eaten three. That's enough."
Xie Cheng's hand was empty as he looked up at her.
"Why are you looking at me?" Xie Min said righteously. "Ah Fu said you shouldn't overeat."
At this moment, Eleven came in with the kumquat tea brewed with hot water. It smelled sour, sweet, and refreshing.
He made two cups and served them. "General, Miss, please have some tea."
It was the first time he had seen such tea. It smelled good, but he did not know how it tasted.
Where did Jiang Fu learn all this?
When Xie Min saw that she had some, she was delighted. She squinted her eyes as she took a cup and drank the tea in small sips. She licked her lips and looked exceptionally satisfied.
