About seven or eight zhang away, Zuo Zixiong and his group blocked the corridor exit. Xu Qing, standing in the path, intercepted a waiter carrying tea and fruits without any delay. He deftly snatched a pot of pre-spring Longjing tea and then turned back to the private tea room.
"Brother Xu said he had important matters to attend to, why has he returned?"
"There is indeed something important." Xu Qing smiled as he placed the teapot on the table and said:
"I specifically went to get a pot of good tea. It is said to be picked by the tongues of young girls, warmed and dried on their chests, giving it an exquisite flavor. You must try it."
Such a delightful thing?
Even Zhu Huai'an, who had visited once five years ago, couldn't resist the temptation of this maiden's spring tea.
He eagerly lifted the lid of the teapot, fanning the steam with his hand and taking several deep breaths.
In just a few moments, the chubby boy's cheeks turned red.
