The waiter took it and saw his smile was even warmer and warm, and said, "Call, please come with me!"

He led Yan Qingrui to a tea room on the east side. The tea room door was half-closed, and the simplicity and quiet breath came out through the door, making people feel at ease and calm. The waiter respectfully said to the door: "Customer, your guest has arrived!"

A clear voice inside was like a sound of jade, and he said, "Please come in!"

The waiter pushed open the door and signaled Yan Qingrui to go in.

Yan Qingrui walked into the tea room openly.

The layout of this tea room is like the feeling outside just now. It is simplicity and elegant. The wooden tables and stools are all made of golden nanmu.

This kind of wood can only be used by the royal family in the outside world. Because it is expensive and rare, it is used to make ordinary tables and chairs in this Shadowless Valley.

I don't know if the same is true in other tea rooms.

A young man sat at the table, twenty-two or three years old, with his sword eyebrows slanted as if he was about to enter his temples, his eyes were bright like the stars of the dark night, his expression was bright and handsome, and his every move was afraid that one look and one movement would show his nobleness.

He was wearing a navy blue robe, and a black jade inlaid on the white jade hairpin was round and transparent in black, without any impurities or flaws. Yan Qingrui was a person who knew the goods. The white jade hairpin alone was already priceless outside.

On his left thumb, he was wearing a jasper ring.

This person's two ornaments are valuable when they are taken outside. No wonder this person has a noble feeling even if he has a look.

He smiled softly at Yan Qingrui and said warmly: "Come and sit down!"

This tone is very familiar, as if it is an old friend of many years.

Yan Qingrui sat down opposite him with no choice.

At this time, the water on the table had boiled, and he began to make tea. His white jade fingers had clear joints and were of some jade-like texture. He lifted the pot, brewed the pot, filtered the leaves, and brewed the tea. The whole process was so smooth that it was so heart-warming that it was so heart-warming.

It's just a tea making. For others, or just a process, to him, it seems to be a dance between fingers, a dance of arms, a dance of teapots and tea cups...

It is pleasing to the eye and refreshing.

There is also the fragrance of tea. I don’t know what kind of tea it is. The aroma is obviously strong, but it is elegant, like the fragrance of orchids, jasmine, and osmanthus...

In other words, it is a mixture of several scents. When you smell it, you feel extremely relaxed, extremely comfortable, and extremely quiet.

Yan Qingrui kept looking at it calmly.

He made some tea and pushed a cup to Yan Qingrui, and said with a smile: "Taste, this tea is called bitter rain!"

Yan Qingrui generously picked up the teacup and put it under her nose to smell it. The fragrance became even stronger. When she smelled the refreshing fragrance, she knew it was a rare good tea.

She sipped her mouth and let the tea smell soak between her lips and tongue, and she felt a moment of loss of consciousness.

Although she hasn't had many years of age in her two lives, what she lacks the most is to taste. The wine she has stored in the cellar for many years can be said at all. She has tasted the world's top good tea, but she has never really drunk this tea.
Chapter completed!