Meng Qi didn't act like a guest at all. He leisurely walked over to Wang Siyuan and Han Sanniang and planted himself down on a chair. He casually picked up the cup of tea on the table and characteristically fiddled with the lid for a moment.
The tea inside was emerald-jade in color. There were several loose leaves inside, some floating and some resting at the bottom of the cup. Drifting in a relaxed manner, they reminded one of freshly-blooming waterlilies. A refreshing aroma wafted through the air and the lingering sweetness tickled his taste buds. Even without any knowledge of tea, Meng Qi couldn't help making a compliment. "An excellent brew," he said.
"The leaves are plucked from the nine Qianlong trees beside Lake Yue in Guangling. It's the only place to get them." Han Sanniang suggestively eyed Wang Siyuan with her beautiful eyes.
