Su Mu has already brewed the tea. In the teacup as big as five eggs, the golden and shiny tea is extremely tempting.

Ning Qingyuan smiled slightly, picked up one of the glasses, smelled it for a while, then shook his head with a happy expression, and finally took a slow sip, sighed and praised:

"The taste is long and refreshing, and it is wonderful. Even if I was in the imperial capital and drank the Dahongpao tea from the six ancient trees in the southeast, it would not taste like this. Boy, your tea art is a master."

Su Mu chuckled.

Making tea is not only a craft, but also a very deep one. He applied his true energy to making tea, and his control of the heat and time was perfect. It was no wonder that the tea he brewed was not delicious.

Liu Jianming and Ning Erxian quickly picked up a glass and imitated each other. After taking a sip, Liu Jianming's eyes lit up and he said:

"Teacher, does this have something to do with my good tea?"

Ning Qingyuan glared at him:

"How dare you say good tea like this? You know nothing! Tea art is the key. No matter how good the tea is, it is a waste if it is not brewed properly. Even ordinary tea can be brewed into the best. In my life, at the end of my life,

I love books, paintings, and tea, Su Mu, when will I be able to drink the tea you make for me every day?"

Su Mu groaned, but Ning Yan was so embarrassed that she shook her hand holding the tea cup.
Chapter completed!