To be honest, Zhuang Qingning was unsure about the success of this matter.
All she could do was steep a pot of tea and wait for the final outcome amidst the suspense.
On the stove, the water in the pot started boiling, bubbling, and the scent of Chrysanthemums gradually spread throughout the courtyard. It was mixed with the flowers that freshly bloomed after the frost, making it refreshing and soothing to the senses.
This attractive aroma, coupled with her inner anxiety, made Zhuang Qingning feel her throat becoming increasingly parched.
She poured herself a cup of chrysanthemum tea in a white porcelain cup, and without waiting for it to cool down, brought it to her lips.
[Ding! The host has currently obtained 75% approval rate.]
This sudden announcement startled Zhuang Qingning, causing her to spill some of the hot tea from her cup. It burned her mouth, and she hurriedly put the teacup down.
[Ding, the host has currently obtained an 80% approval rate.]
