"You are very capable, and I believe you will win the award." Mrs. Jenkins said, with a hint of admiration in her eyes.
Olivia Jenkins's smile was still brilliant, her bright almond eyes gleaming, "Grandma, there are people coming and going around this place, and a lot of equipment and props scattered everywhere, I am worried it might be a bit much for you. Let's go take a seat in the nanny car."
"Alright!"
Olivia Jenkins brewed a pot of tea, washing the cups and pouring the tea; her movements were fluid and practiced.
In an instant, the pleasant scent of tea filled the air.
The smell of tea seemed to lift one's spirits.
Mrs. Jenkins picked up the tea cup and sniffed it again, "Great tea. It must be small green tangerine."
At her words, Olivia Jenkins's eyes changed slightly, her expression somewhat confused.
