Junbie Pavilion.
Niu Pan'er handed a cup of tea to Song Zhiyu and said, "I came out in a hurry and didn't bring any good tea. Make do with this."
Song Zhiyu took a sip and said, "It's not great indeed. The tea is stale and astringent. I can't believe you can drink this."
Even the not-so-well-off women in their family wouldn't drink such tea.
Yuan Yi glared outside the pavilion, thinking there's tea to drink and yet you can't keep your mouth shut.
Si Xi was almost dead with worry, "Master, this isn't our home. The food and drink are someone else's, so don't be picky. Look at that black-faced guard, even I'm afraid he might draw his sword on you."
Si Xi sensed Yuan Yi's anger and quietly stepped back a few paces, clutching his candied haws stick.
But Niu Pan'er was indifferent and said, "I've gotten used to it. If it were a military campaign, we might not even have a sip of tea, only plain water to drink."
