Hearing the first half, Ning Xiaofei was still smiling, but as she listened to the latter half, her smile gradually faded, and by the time she heard the last sentence, her little face had already turned slightly pale.
"You... what do you mean by this?"
Madam Mu put down the kettle in her hand and lifted the lid off the purple clay teapot.
"In fact, what I put in was ordinary green tea, which is not suitable for brewing in a purple clay pot. After brewing this substandard tea, my pot, which I've nurtured for several years, is also ruined."
Madam Mu gently lifted her hand, and Lin Zifan immediately reached out to take the teapot, throwing both the brewed tea and the pot into the waste tea bucket. The high-quality purple clay pot shattered into several pieces, a sound that to Ning Xiaofei seemed like it was landing on her own chest.
