Shi Nuan was a bit nervous at this moment, afraid that the tea she brewed would not suit Song Yansheng's taste.
Song Yansheng was momentarily surprised, took another sip of tea, and looked at her again: "You made this?"
Shi Nuan bit her lip and nodded.
Song Yansheng chuckled lightly: "I was wondering why this tea seems to have a faint fragrance—it turns out Nuannuan made it!"
Shi Nuan thought Song Yansheng was lying because his eyebrows had frowned deeply just now, clearly indicating the tea didn't taste good.
She reached for the teacup and said, "Maybe I didn't make it well, Second Uncle, please wait, and I'll brew a new pot!"
Of course, Song Yansheng couldn't let her do that. He quickly stopped her and said, "No, it's fine. It really has a subtle fragrance. If you don't believe me, take a sip yourself!"
Shi Nuan looked at Song Yansheng and felt that his expression seemed earnest at this moment.
This made her somewhat doubtful.
She blinked and asked, "Really?"
