"Yes." Yu Xian smiled, "My teacher said the same thing to me."
Soon, he boiled water again and brewed a pot of Songyan Xiaozhong.
As soon as the Songyan Xiaozhong entered Ning Youguang's throat, she tasted the rich pine smoke aroma in the tea.
The tea soup was sweet and refreshing.
Her eyes lit up immediately, "My grandpa will definitely like it."
"I was afraid you wouldn't get used to it, so I packed a pound for you. Since your grandpa likes it, take more back with you."
"This visit was really worth it." Ning Youguang didn't expect to have such a pleasant surprise when coming for a meal.
"Jiangnan," she had heard her grandpa talk about it a couple of years ago, saying this tea has become a memory of an era.
Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon it at Yu Xian's place today.
Yu Xian noticed that Shi Wangyue didn't drink another cup of Songyan Xiaozhong after one, so he figured he wasn't quite used to the flavor.
He asked the two, "Do you want to drink milk tea?"
