Maxwell Saxon chose to have the meal in the outdoor pavilion.
As they entered the pavilion, a pot of fine tea was brought in.
Maxwell Saxon picked up the Zisha teapot and poured a cup of tea in front of Scarlett Yates: "Pre-Qingming Longjing, give it a try."
Scarlett Yates sipped patiently, responding indifferently, "It's quite good."
Maxwell Saxon lowered his head to pour more tea into the cup, and once it was full, he set the teapot aside. His slender, fair fingers grasped the exquisite cup and swirled it near his nose. With a slight smile, he asked, "What do you think of this place?"
Such familiar words, such familiar scenes.
Scarlett Yates couldn't help but be momentarily distracted.
She remembered a similar place where Matthew Saxon had taken her back in Z Country.
Back then, he had asked her the same question.
Recalling many events of that night, a trace of melancholy flickered across Scarlett Yates's eyes.
