At that moment, as conversations fluttered and thoughts raced, the boiling water in the large kettle quickly submerged the tea leaves. With the support of the charcoal fire, the tea leaves unfurled and danced in the water, a heady aroma permeating the entire Main Hall.
Concubine Fang Pin, upon hearing Lian Hua's response, savored the words "tea brewing," and upon smelling the tea, an insight dawned on her—could it be that Sister Lian was imitating the ancient, unrestrained method of brewing tea?
This thought illuminated her mind, and a new understanding shone in her gaze towards Lian Hua. This indeed was her dear friend, Sister Lian, who must have referred to ancient texts specifically to brew snow-infused tea, an act so refined and elegant.
Concubine Fang Pin's heart warmed, and her eyes brimmed with sticky admiration as she gazed at Lian Hua.
