The projection could have vanished without a sound.
Like bubbles.
But Old Yao chose a loud, flamboyant exit. Like the crack of a whip, and somehow, Zheng Qing could hear a hint of teasing in that crisp sound.
He rarely showed such embarrassment, stealing a glance at the witch.
After the professor's projection disappeared, Jiang Yu swiftly cleared the books off the table, then took delicate little plates out of her bag and arranged them neatly across their desks.
"What is this...?"
As the young wizard held the black jade stone and tried to make it change shape, he noticed the scene from the corner of his eye and froze. In the blink of an eye, their broad desks had been completely covered. White Jade Kitten held its tail high as it nimbly wove among the dishes, sniffing here and there with a look of utter satisfaction.
"Oh, just a simple afternoon tea."
The witch clasped her hands and answered cheerfully. "Studying is exhausting and can easily cause low blood sugar. Besides, since the professor isn't here and it's just the two of us... we can relax a little and don't need to be so restrained... Want some?"
Zheng Qing had undergone intense training at Qingqiu Mansion.
Although he did not recognize many of the "tea snacks" the witch had brought out, the few he did recognize—such as the Italian appetizer bruschette; wafer-thin slices of meat that appeared to be Carpaccio or sashimi, which Zheng Qing had reason to suspect was dragon meat; and melon wrapped in thin slices of ham—were so exquisitely prepared that they had nothing whatsoever to do with the word "simple." He was thoroughly amazed.
Was this what afternoon tea was like for a wealthy family?
"...What would you like?" the witch asked, glancing at him