*****
Well, even if their relationship was just a contract marriage, what about it?
As long as he could make her family happy, that was enough.
Qiao Chutian's movements in steeping, pouring, and serving tea were seamless, still so graceful, resembling an elegant gentleman from ancient times.
He offered a cup of tea to Mai's father.
Mai's father happily accepted it, took a sip, then contentedly squinted his eyes, "I've drunk tea for most of my life, but this is the first time it tastes so delightful. Why can't I brew tea like this?"
"Dad, making tea is also an art. You only pour boiling water into the teapot and give it a few shakes before drinking, naturally, you can't get this flavor."
As Mai Xiaomai sipped the tea made by Qiao Chutian, she too found it exceptionally tasty, with the perfect balance of strength.
