Su Ya quietly drifted out from the tea room, carrying a large tea tray, and served aromatic tea to Su Shijun and Zheng Qing.
Then she stood to one side, holding the tea tray, her face filled with expectation as she looked towards her young mistress.
Su Shijun lifted the tea cup, took a small sip, and a surprised smile appeared on her face.
"Very good," she praised, glancing at the little fox lady, "Almost as skilled as Su Man."
Zheng Qing silently complained to himself, wondering if they would still be pleased if they knew how much tea leaves and dew this little girl wasted just to brew tea.
Su Ya grinned, her eyes squinting into slits, and her usually coiled tail at her waist involuntarily dangled out, peeking from under her skirt, trembling.
