Chu Qingxue looked at Ye Chenfeng with a face full of astonishment, secretly thinking that despite those years Ye Chenfeng spent abroad, he knew so much about the Divine Land's things.
"Don't think that Western coffee is superior; our tea arts, whether in terms of production process or finished product, are much more refined than coffee."
Ye Chenfeng said softly.
"Exactly!"
Ye Mingtian laughed and said.
Hearing Ye Chenfeng speak like this, Chu Qingxue became interested and carefully looked at the tea soup in the bowl.
Seeing the vivid patterns in the tea, Chu Qingxue was secretly amazed.
The patterns that can be made in coffee mainly require milk foam and a latte art cup, which can be adjusted with latte art techniques.
But how could such patterns appear in the tea soup?
While feeling the charm of the tea arts, Chu Qingxue was full of doubts.
"Are you going to show us a skill?"
Ye Chenfeng looked at Ye Mingtian and asked.
"My pleasure!"
Ye Mingtian smiled.
