In a rather exquisite teahouse, a waiter was placing top-notch Biluochun tea on the tea table.
On the table was a set of exquisite wooden tea utensils, with all the necessary equipment for brewing tea.
Especially in a slim white-necked porcelain vase placed at the corner of the table, stood a plum blossom bud.
The plum blossom was on the verge of blooming, yet its artistic conception was beautiful.
A teahouse like this, situated here, always seemed a bit too exquisite and luxurious.
Indeed, there was hardly any business in the teahouse.
Besides Wen Suihan's group, there were only neatly dressed waiters left.
Zhu Shuanghua's slender white fingers were stained by the water droplets on the teapot, which she gently wiped with a napkin printed with plum blossoms.
No one spoke, until finally, after pouring the tea she had brewed herself for Wen Suihan and Xiao Xu, Zhu Shuanghua looked up and smiled.
