Jian Chunqiu glanced over, his eyes carrying a complex emotion. He mused for a moment, then sighed softly, "Ah, this is a long story."
Chu Ge's lips twitched, "Then let's head upstairs and talk slowly."
Jian Chunqiu nodded slightly, "And make a pot of good tea. If there's a jug of good wine, it would be even better."
Chu Ge looked at Jian Chunqiu with resignation, "Uncle Jian, drinking in broad daylight isn't a good habit."
The three of them talked as they made their way to the third-floor meeting room. Chu Ge made some tea and placed it in front of Jian Chunqiu. He poured a cup for Long Ang as well, saying, "This is my special tea. Try it and see what makes it different from ordinary tea."
Long Ang picked up the teacup. There were no tea leaves floating on top, but as soon as he raised it, he smelled a faint, elegant fragrance.
The aroma alone was enough to make one feel relaxed and at ease, bringing a sense of comfort.
