Father's laughter circled through the main hall, then burst out the windows, startling away two chirping magpies.
Zeng Anmin slowly clenched his fists, pressing his lips together to hold back a laugh.
He had a feeling Father might be about to start showing off.
"Ha ha ha!!" Father's laugh went on for a long time.
Qin Shouchang watched Zeng Shilin continue laughing and frowned for a moment.
Then his expression eased.
Leisurely, he picked up the tea the servants had just brewed from the table, took a light sip, and showed an intoxicated expression.
"The Lushan Cloud Mist Tea of our Two Rivers Prefecture is rich and fragrant indeed, worthy of a land blessed with outstanding people and fine soil."
He thought Father was exhilarated by his daughter's talent.
Thus, his words carried a hidden meaning.
He used tea to allude to people.
Stop laughing already. You ought to praise the girl so I can have a laugh too.
After finishing his tea, Qin Shouchang simply looked expectantly at Zeng Shilin, patiently waiting for him to finish laughing.
Gradually, Zeng Shilin caught his breath, though the smile on his face still would not fade.
Several wrinkles had been squeezed into the corners of his eyes by that smile.
"Not bad. Though she is a daughter, she does not lose to most young men."
Then came silence.
After a long while, a vein bulged on the back of Qin Shouchang's neck.
That was it???
Nothing else??
You're brushing me off?!
After speaking, Father returned to his calm demeanor. He lifted the lid of the teacup, picked up the cup from the table, and took a sip as well.
"It is only that this Lushan Cloud Mist Tea has not steeped long enough, so although its fragrance is full..."
At this point,