Jing Cang took the purple clay pot from the man's hand and poured a cup. He held the tea cup with round fingertips. He lowered his head and took a sip. He tightened his fingertips and said, "This tea is so bitter."
"If you were drinking pure water at this time, the young master would only feel bitter," the young man in green clothes next to the man said with a smile.
"For those who simply go hungry for ten and a half days without eating or drinking, even cow dung is extremely sweet." With a twist of his wrist, he threw the tea cup into the boy's arms.
"It's a pity that Huang Lianxin is hiding in his body."