Gu Shaocheng took a sip. Those grand, lofty ambitions that spanned generations—he did not possess such things. He merely smiled silently, then pushed aside the wineglass and leisurely began making tea himself. Brewing tea, steeping tea, using an entire set of top-quality teaware and tea leaves—the steps, one by one, he carried out meticulously, never finding them tedious in the slightest.
On the contrary, he savored the process.
When the tea was ready, he picked up one cup, raised it toward Nan Baihao, and said, "At the lowest point in my life, you didn't leave me. During this period, I know you and Wuqing have gone through so much for me, worried yourselves sick, and even sacrificed your New Year festivities to make sure I could now leisurely brew tea like this. My dear brother, I have no way to repay you. Let me use tea in place of wine and offer my thanks to you."
