Everyone took their seats, and Xu Hongzhu made tea for them.
"I don't know much about the tea ceremony, but my father loves drinking white tea, so I learned a bit. Please don't mind."
As the aroma of the tea filled the air, Xu Hongzhu's calm voice sounded.
Zhang Changhuai took a sip of the tea upon hearing this, savoring the flavor that lingered in his mouth.
"Hongzhu, you're being too modest. Your skills are not inferior to those of the tea masters."
Zhang Changhuai gently praised her, then fell silent, as if still immersed in the experience.
"Hongzhu's tea ceremony skills have been praised by the great Daoist. If it weren't for her worldly attachments, she would have joined the Daoist Sect and become a hermit instead of being here with all you men."
Jin Chuchu shook her head proudly.
"Mr. Lin, don't just sit there, have some tea."
Xu Hongzhu silently glanced at Lin Beichen, placing a cup of tea in front of him.
Since they entered, she had been observing this stranger.
