Looking up again, Yu Qingyun met Gu Shengyin's puzzled gaze.
"What's wrong, not feeling well?" Gu Shengyin asked.
Yu Qingyun replied calmly, "It's nothing."
Seeing that he appeared to be fine, Gu Shengyin resumed making tea.
This time, Yu Qingyun's eyes properly watched the young man use his jade-like hands to hold the teapot, as clear water formed into a thin line, pouring into the cup filled with tea leaves.
In an instant, a mist as thin as silk rose from the cup, and together with the spreading mist, it carried the fragrance of tea that enveloped the entire teahouse.
A hint of admiration flashed in Yu Qingyun's eyes.
He loves tea and understands it.
Therefore, he always feels a bit of appreciation towards those skilled in this art, let alone the fact that he already had a favorable impression of Gu Shengyin.
Gu Shengyin placed a cup of tea in front of Yu Qingyun and said, "Have a taste."
She herself also held a cup, sitting opposite Yu Qingyun.
