Fang Cheng opened the kettle on the tea table.
The boiling water quickly bubbled up, bubbling and steaming, with white mist rising gracefully from the spout.
He expertly washed the tea, divided the cups, and brewed a pot of Pu'er tea.
Boiling water poured into the Yixing clay cups, and the rich aroma of tea wafted through the living room.
In the east wing room, the rattling sound of the elders playing Mahjong came through the door, making the living room seem particularly quiet.
Wei Zheng leaned back into the soft single-seat sofa and raised his hand to unbutton the top button of his uniform collar.
He reached out to take the teacup Fang Cheng handed him, blew away the foam on the surface, but did not drink it immediately.
His gaze swept back and forth between Fang Cheng and Ma Donghe, hiding a trace of scrutiny and doubt in his eyes, before he spoke:
