Guan Yifei saw that Master Qi, who always held nothing but tea leaves in his regard and was the most prideful, actually fell silent after drinking a bowl of soup, and instantly, curiosity arose in his heart.
What kind of profound soup was this?
Seeing that Master Qi had only taken a sip before setting the bowl aside, Guan Yifei picked it up and took a sip himself.
Then everyone saw Guan Yifei, who always had a standard, proper, and pleasant smile on his face, his complexion twist up, struggling for quite a while before he barely managed to swallow, avoiding any breach of etiquette.
With a lamenting glance at Master Qi, no wonder he didn't speak! Compared with this medicinal soup, the tea that Wang Yongzhu half-heartedly fried was already a delicacy.
Not daring to stay in the cave any longer, lest he might have to drink more strange concoctions.
Guan Yifei squeezed out a smile, "Why don't we go take a look at the tea trees?"
