Everyone heard the shout and turned around curiously. For some reason, they instinctively stepped aside, creating a clear path.
Hua Xiaomai and Wang Zhanrui walked in front, followed by Zhou Yunyun and Xiu Miao. Each was holding a large tray that carried a clay pot, white porcelain bowls, and plates carefully covered to keep any hint of warmth from escaping.
People in the pavilion had various expressions: some stared intensely at the trays, others held their tea cups and looked down quietly, but only Han Fengzhi was smiling relaxedly and winked at Hua Xiaomai.
The old man Xue glanced up at the sun and stroked his beard with a smile, "Well, everyone has prepared two dishes within the allotted time. In order to be fair, let's all stay inside Chixing Pavilion and do the tastings in the order of arrival."
Before he could finish, someone reluctantly grumbled, "So, Daoxiang Garden will then be the last to present? Sigh, I knew she was being sly by delaying until the end!"
