A generation of enchantresses bewitched the harem

Chapter 20
She was surprised: "What kind of tea is this? Why is it so strange?"

I just smiled and said nothing, and motioned her to try the taste first.She elegantly scraped the teacup twice to dissipate the heat, and took a shallow sip. She smacked her mouth and frowned slightly, as if she was very puzzled.I was nervous and looked at her expectantly.

She picked it up again, and took a sip: "Where did this province pay tribute?" Her expression suddenly became cold, and there was no kindness in her eyes: "Why have I never seen this kind of tea?"

I was even more puzzled. People who have tasted this tea are all full of praise. No one looks like her. Could it be that she is...

My heart became a little clearer, and I said calmly: "This is not a tribute, it was made by the little girl herself."

Her stiff smile paused for a while, as if she couldn't react, she suddenly remembered that she had lost her composure, so she asked with a smile, "You know how to dry tea?"

I replied softly: "I have nothing to do, just fiddle with it."

"It's too modest." She took another sip and said, "This tea is slightly bitter but sweet. It smells sweet on the lips and teeth. It has an endless aftertaste. It's very delicious."

I am indeed too modest, making this tea is much more troublesome than my sister's writing.

"What is this made of? When I go back, I will ask those maids to make some. It is much better than what I usually drink. Your father is indeed a blessed one."

I said: "It's just a mixture of oolong tea leaves and ginseng, pressed together, and then made into a spinning top shape, and then fried with good charcoal, and that's it."

After a short pause, I added: "However, the tea box must be a black clay pot fired in an official kiln, so as not to get damp and spoil the taste of the tea."

She nodded while listening, and asked a maid beside her who looked like she was in charge: "Have you written it down?"

The woman hurriedly walked up to her, with a fearful and respectful expression: "Return to the master's words, this servant has written it down."

She nodded slightly, and the maid immediately stepped aside calmly, and she was really orderly.

"Nian Nian, who is here?" Dad's loud voice came from outside, and then he came in with big strides, still wearing the red auspicious attire that he went to court in the morning.

(End of this chapter)