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It was just a common tea brewing, yet it called for a pot worth millions, which reminded her of her father. To entertain Qiao Chutian, he had specially bought a new purple clay teapot, spending over nine hundred yuan, and complained about how expensive it was, calling it a complete rip-off.
"With such a fine teapot, would Mr. Song allow me the pleasure of brewing some tea to satisfy my craving?"
Qiao Chutian, being an amateur tea enthusiast, saw such a purple clay teapot, paired with the premium pre-rain tea, and he felt the urge stirring within him.
"Sure, to witness Mr. Qiao brew tea is truly a great honor for me, Song, in this lifetime."
Song Wenqing said, quite delighted.
Mai Xiaomai was also very excited.
The first time she saw him brew tea at Yafeng Clubhouse, he was incredibly elegant and charming.
Afterwards, she rarely saw him brew tea.
Qiao Chutian washed his hands, Song Wenqing burned incense, and the light fragrance wafted elegantly throughout the room.
