Seeing Ming Wei's embarrassed look, Jian Xi couldn't help but speak well for him, "Cheng Ling, age is not a problem. Ming Wei is quite good."
"Eh, I didn't say anything about him. What does his age have to do with me?" Cheng Ling looked at Jian Xi curiously.
Jian Xi struggled to hold back a smile, this foolish girl hadn't gotten into the groove yet, she felt sympathy for Ming Wei.
Ming Wei sighed softly and placed the tea caddy on the bar, "This tea was sent from Jiangcheng; the older it gets, the more fragrant it becomes."
The purple clay-colored tea caddy reminded Jian Xi of Master Yao. It had been a long time since she played with clay, her skills were getting rusty. Once she returned to Jiangcheng, she would continue to learn from Master Yao. If she couldn't paint in the future, she'd switch to playing with clay!
"Got it! You and your oddball collection." Cheng Ling took no notice of Ming Wei's sentiment.
