Zeng Shilin's laughter echoed around the main hall before bursting out the window, startling away two chirping magpies.
Zeng Anmin slowly clenched his fists, pursing his lips to hold back a smile. He had a feeling that his father was about to start showing off.
"Hahaha!" His father's laughter went on for quite a while.
Qin Shoucheng stared at the continuously laughing Zeng Shilin, frowning for a moment before his expression shifted to one of relief. He leisurely picked up the freshly brewed tea the servants had prepared and took a light sip. A look of intoxication graced his face. "The Lushan Cloud Mist tea of my Liangjiang Commandery is deeply fragrant. Truly worthy of a land renowned for its exceptional talents."
