Deng Jiaru picked up the cup of wolfberry rose tea from the table, took an elegant sip, and mentioned to Qiao Xiaon'an that this tea has the effect of nourishing the liver. Setting down her teacup, she continued, "I notice that you and Amo have a very strong bond."
The floral tea in her hands was warm, just the right temperature. Xiao'an too took a sip, the sweet and fragrant flavor spreading from the tip of her tongue, warming her heart and filling her stomach.
The sensation was truly refreshing.
Although she regularly drinks flower tea, none had ever tasted as exquisite as the one brewed by Deng Jiaru.
She complimented Jiaru on her tea-brewing skills and then sighed, "Mom, you won't believe it. Amo and I just had a disagreement."
Deng Jiaru immediately feigned surprise, letting go of the exquisite tea cup in her hands, assuming a proper sitting posture, and asked, "What happened?" seeming prepared to hear her out.
Then, Qiao Xiaon'an sighed heavily again, "Ah!"
