Luo Family Living Room.
Yan Shaozheng, Sun Xian, and their son Yanyan sat upright on the sofa, Luo Zhenggang helplessly glanced at the three and looked at Yan Shaozheng: "Old Yan, relax a bit, if you hold yourself so stiffly, they'll just follow suit."
"Yes, Secretary." Yan Shaozheng moved his rear inward to sit a bit more comfortably.
Wen Xin laughed and invited, "Have some tea. If my daughter were here, you could taste her specialty Kung Fu tea, she learned from her Grandpa and mastered about eighty percent of the skill level. As for me, it's only about fifty percent, so just drink and make do."
Yan Shaozheng respectfully picked up the teacup and drank it all in one go, nodding repeatedly: "Madam, this tea is truly delicious. Sorry for troubling you."
Sun Xian quickly chimed in: "Yes, yes, Madam is too modest; if your tea reaches fifty percent of the skill, the tea we've had before would only be half as good."
