The freshly brewed tea was aromatic, not particularly high-quality, but sweet and quite refreshing.
Yet, Qin Yao couldn't help but feel that there was something different about this new pot of tea compared to the one that had just been broken.
The broken pot had a stronger aroma, while the new one was milder.
Liu Ji suddenly leaned in and complained, "Darling, don't you think the aroma of these two pots of tea is different? Could it be that the previous one was stale tea left overnight?"
Qin Yao raised an eyebrow; it was indeed possible.
Seeing his wife's look of agreement, Liu Ji immediately turned to sneer at the elderly woman's busy back and cursed under his breath, "That old hag with her petty tricks. If it weren't for the fact that we're in the middle of nowhere with nowhere else to go, I wouldn't even bother with her lousy tea stall!"
Glancing around, they were the only ones in the shed, so he added, "No wonder there's no business."
