The tea had barely touched her lips when Yue Jinghua's expression changed abruptly.
Sitting aside, Ximing was taken aback and hurriedly picked up the teacup to sniff under her nose.
"Ziqing, how many times have I told you not to serve this kind of tea to our guests," Ximing said with a bitter face, offering Yue Jinghua an apologetic smile.
Upon hearing this, Shalman glanced at the tea brought over by Guo Ziyu, seeing that the tea was yellowish-orange and seemed to have a bitter taste.
Just as Ximing was about to stand up and pour out the tea, she was stopped by Yue Jinghua, "The proprietress, this tea is quite enjoyable," she said as she drained the cup in one go. After finishing, Yue Jinghua smacked her lips, clearly relishing the taste.
"See that, you blockhead? I told you, there will always be someone who appreciates my skills," Guo Ziyu said sternly, shooting Ximing a white look, finding the young person in front of her even more pleasing to the eye.
