Lai Wenyan, upon hearing this, indeed looked towards her: "You can also make tea?"
"Just learned a bit." Tang Li put down her chopsticks, with a hint of eagerness in her eyes: "If Dad doesn't mind, I'd like to show off a bit in front of my elder sister."
As a man who took great pride in his appearance, Lai Wenyan was quite pleased with Tang Li's filial piety. He placed the hand towel on the table: "Then you go ahead and try, if it doesn't work out, we can let your sister do it."
Ouyang Qian sat beside them, the smile on her face slightly fading.
Old Madam Lai scoffed, "Born in the countryside, what do you know about the way of tea!"
"That's not right, Grandma." Tang Li had already stood up, turned her head to Old Madam Lai after hearing her belittling comment, and smiled faintly: "No one is born knowing the way of tea. Even if my sister is great at making tea, she wasn't born clutching a teapot, right?"
At that moment, Old Madam Lai's face turned grim.
