The agarwood Ning Kejing used was top-grade. After taking in a breath of its fragrance, Chu Chen felt the aroma fill his throat, creating a lingering sensation there before spreading into his chest and flowing through his body. In an instant, his entire soul became peaceful, as though he had slowly come to comprehend life through the fragrance.
Just then, Chu Chen directly took a sip of tea. The moment it entered his mouth, its fragrance lingered between his teeth and cheeks. It had a distinct longan-soup flavor, a faint pine-smoke aroma, and a sweet, smooth, silky texture with a lasting aftertaste.
As the tea slid down his throat, he savored the mingling of the agarwood fragrance and the tea while his body and mind were at peace. It was a unique flavor impossible to express in words.
At that moment, in the fragrant world created by a burner of fine incense and a pot of good tea, everyone fully experienced the ease of breathing through their noses, the sweetness in their throats, the comfort in their bodies, and the purity of their minds. They tasted the unique charm of incense-and-tea culture.
Amid the peace and comfort, everyone finished savoring both the incense and the tea. Ning Kejing immediately shook her arms and cried out, "I'm exhausted!"
Madam Ning saw this and glared at her irritably. "You silly girl, couldn't you avoid ruining the mood? Aren't you afraid Brother Xiao Chen and Sister-in-law Xiao Ke will laugh at you?"
Ning Kejing cheekily stuck out her tongue and giggled. "Mom, we're all family here. What does it matter? Brother Xiao Chen, right?"
Seeing Chu Chen smile and shake his head to show that he did not mind, she said smugly, "See? I told you it didn't matter!"
"You silly girl, stop