Mo Cang took the teacup from Steward Min's hand, watching the lush and dripping Spiritual Tea leaves unfold in the cup, a rich and refreshing fragrance assaulting his nostrils, which everyone around could smell, making one feel exhilarated and refreshed.
"It smells so good, so fragrant!"
"Yes, such a fragrant tea aroma, do you feel your body relax as you smell it?"
"You feel it too?"
Jing Zhiyue's nose twitched slightly, the thick aroma of tea overflowing in the air, a scent so intoxicating that she herself was fascinated. Seeing the many people present who showed an addicted look, Jing Zhiyue's expression hardened. Where on earth did Qin Qin find this top-grade Spirit Tea, and it was eve clashing with the Spirit Tea she had given; it was truly infuriating.
Mo Cang, holding the teacup, could hardly wait and took a light sip of the top-grade Spirit Tea in his hand.
