Zhong Jinnan nodded: "Very good, when has your tea-making ever been poor?"
Yu Yao laughed: "That's because the tea leaves here are good; it has nothing to do with my tea-making skills!"
Zhong Jinnan glanced at Yu Yao and said: "I never thought we'd have a day where we sit together and have tea!"
Yu Yao also said: "I never thought so either!"
"So, for your son, how much have you sacrificed?"
Yu Yao's fingers momentarily paused with the teacup, then she smiled and said: "I am a mother, and what mother doesn't love her son? It's only right to do a little more for him, as for sacrifice, that's a severe word!"
Zhong Jinnan said: "How can it be severe? I know very well how much you hate me!"
Yu Yao pressed her lips together and responded again: "I do hate you, but you did help me once, helped the Song Family. Your two apprentices are also good friends of my son, so I'm not particularly averse to seeing you!"
