This little guy wants to succeed with the pitiful act, which hasn't been effective for years now.
Qu Xiaolin pouts and looks pitifully at Qin Ling.
Qin Ling quickly grabs a bowl.
And this guy Qin Ling is even more shameless, not even glancing at Qu Xiaolin, instead holding the tea with a look of ecstasy, smelling it, then slowly savoring it, "Good tea, really good tea, the fragrance lingers on the lips and teeth, lasting like a dream. Master, how exactly did you brew it?"
"Added a small amount of Dream Grass."
"..." Qin Ling was taken aback.
Looking at the tea again, his expression turned odd. It's no wonder it's so unique. Dream Grass, when consumed, may cause hallucinations. But using it to brew tea, he had never heard of it before, "Master, how do you use this?"
"A small amount makes people want more after drinking." Mo Liancheng smiled faintly.
He's a master at brewing tea.
But even the best tea felt like it was missing something to him.
