Heavy rain fell over Chizhou.
The downpour had become a curtain of rain, and the clamor of it pounding the ground kept filtering through the windows.
Having finished reading a book on brewing tea, Li Yingling was now brimming with confidence as she brewed tea for her master.
Brewing tea wasn't difficult. It only involved a dozen or so steps.
With clean, fluid movements, Li Yingling completed the entire process with considerable grace, then stylishly slid a cup of tea before Chu Xingchen.
Having read the same book and compared her technique with her third junior sister's, Li Yingling believed she should have made no mistakes.
With a confident expression, she said, "Master, please."
Chu Xingchen took the cup, first sipping a little and gently savoring the aftertaste.
He felt that Li Yingling's brewing technique was much the same as Chen Baiqing's, but...
Why does it still feel a little different from Chen Baiqing's? It's missing that clarity that seeps right into the heart.
The flavor seemed much the same, but it felt different on the tongue.
Whatever. Praise her first.
Chu Xingchen then finished the tea in one gulp and nodded in approval. "Mm, delicious."
A faint smile curled at Li Yingling's lips, and she poured a cup for Xie Lingyu beside her.
Xie Lingyu accepted it, but before a word of thanks could come out, Qinghe's shout rang out from beyond the door.
"The all-powerful Qinghe is back~"
The inn's door was pushed wide open, and Qinghe strode in confidently.
Li Xingtian followed Qinghe inside.
The thanks Xie Lingyu had wanted to offer were shoved back by Qinghe's declaration.
Qinghe swaggered in, looked around, and walked up to the table to look at Li Yingling.
"Qinghe's thirsty. Hurry and pour Qinghe a cup too."
At that, Li Yingling