Ye Qixin stood to the side without taking a seat.
Instead, she observed the expression on her mother's face as she drank tea, and upon seeing a faint, elusive smile at the corner of her mouth, she finally felt at ease enough to head off to the side to take a good nap.
She told herself so.
How could she possibly be like her two younger sisters.
Her culinary and tea-making skills were so abysmal that she lacked any trace of talent.
She could even turn brewing tea into dark cuisine.
This was her second time making tea.
It could still be considered a decent outcome.
The Old Daoist sipped the clear tea, wisps of sweetness seeping through the bitterness, and could not help exclaiming with emotion.
The tea from the Princess's household was so unique, sweet to a frightening degree.
Ye Qingxian wore a resentful look in her eyes as she gazed at the Qinghua teapot.
Last time, she wanted to take some of Junior Sister's tea leaves back with her.
As a result, Junior Sister said this to her-
"It's nothing special as tea leaves, barely fit to be presented in public."
"There really aren't many left, wait for the next season, I will definitely save some for Senior Sister, and this batch still needs to be kept to entertain guests."
Ye Qingxian replied at the time.
"To entertain guests?"
"I have ten thousand kinds of tea leaves right here, you can just take some for yourself later, why bother using tea you prepared with such hard work."
At that time, Junior Sister merely smiled faintly, making people feel as refreshed as a spring breeze.
"It's different."
"Gifts made by oneself are light in weight but heavy in affection."
"Besides, I want to drink it myself too, if