"It's nothing, just chatting." Gu Junzhu sat upright and picked up his tea to drink, but Ye Xingbei snatched it away.
"It's cold, I'll get you a fresh cup." Ye Xingbei poured out the tea in the cup and replaced it with a steaming hot one, handing it to him.
"Aunt Ye is so thoughtful!" Qiao Zui, along with Mi Sheng, sat down across from them, grinning as he complimented Ye Xingbei.
Ye Xingbei pressed her lips into a smile, suddenly recalling what Gu Junzhu had said earlier to praise her.
Gu Junzhu enjoyed tea, so she'd deliberately taken an interest in studying tea-making whenever she had free time.
Recently, her appetite hadn't been great, and she wasn't eating much, so Gu Junzhu had brought home a chef whose ancestors were reputed to have served as Imperial Chefs.
Love grows stronger when both sides give equally.
If only one person gives while the other merely receives without reciprocating, even the hottest love will cool someday.
