Suddenly, a strange smell quietly spread to the living room.
His nose twitched, the source was—the kitchen.
This smell didn't quite match the ginger tea he had tasted before.
Doubt surfaced in his eyes as he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
"Wei Bei, what are you cooking that smells so odd?"
The water in the pot was boiling, and Wei Bei was continuously stirring it with a spoon in his hand.
"Mr. Sheng, do you think ginger tea is better with black tea or green tea?" Seeing him come in, Wei Bei asked earnestly.
Jiang Yisheng felt a jolt in his heart.
Black tea or green tea?
He stepped forward briskly, looked down at the steaming pot, and his expression turned ashen.
This...
Truly broadened his horizons.
"Wei Bei, what exactly are you cooking here?" he asked, his mouth twitching, feeling an urge to laugh.
After turning off the heat, Wei Bei said, "Ginger tea."
"..."
