Lin Yuxin watched in awe. She herself was a tea art enthusiast, and whenever she had time, she'd brew herself two cups to relieve work pressure and weariness.
She prided herself on having some knowledge of tea ceremony, and if not a master, she was at least first-rate. But compared to Liu Yichen's elegant and effortless technique, she felt inferior.
The highest realm of tea brewing is not technique, but taste.
She took the tea that Liu Yichen had brewed for her, smelled it—delicate and unpretentious. The fragrance was overflowing. Taking a sip, it was soft and mellow, brewed just right, neither old nor tender. This craftsmanship? Impossible.
Lin Yuxin couldn't believe Liu Yichen could brew tea to such a degree; it was simply incredible. Was this legendary perfection?
When someone does something to the extreme, regardless of their appearance, they shine brightly.
