Yipinxuan, at first glance, sounds like a restaurant, but in reality, it is a tea house. Its standards aren't particularly high, but for ordinary people, it's not exactly low either.
Upon arriving at the second floor of Yipinxuan, Ye Xunhuan spotted Yuan Feng sitting quietly by the window, gazing down at the pedestrians and cars below, as insignificant as ants. His demeanor was calm and composed.
Perhaps because it was a workday, the second floor of the tea house was quite tranquil, with only a handful of patrons present.
Seeing Ye Xunhuan enter, a warm smile appeared on Yuan Feng's serene face. He gestured to the seat opposite him and said, "Sit."
Ye Xunhuan did not stand on ceremony and directly took the seat across from Yuan Feng.
After Ye Xunhuan sat down, Yuan Feng poured him a cup of tea. "The Biluochun here is quite good—genuine and authentic. Have a taste!"
Yuan Feng's demeanor remained calm and unhurried, like an undisturbed lake without the slightest ripple.
