The garden was empty during the autumn night, why were there two teacups?
He glanced at the middle aged woman and gestured to ask if he can drink some tea. He had sweated a lot previously when he was helping Xuan Yuan Po with his wounds. He was kind of thirsty right now.
The middle aged woman didn’t look at him but she nodded lightly in approval.
Chen Chang Sheng picked up the teacup and took a sip. He noticed the tea was rich and soothing, it was a pot of righteous tea.
Even the famous teas that Luo Luo previously gifted him couldn’t compare to the seemingly ordinary black tea in this pot.
How a pot of tea tastes depends on the leaves itself, but more importantly, the person who boiled the tea.
A person who can boil such a pot of black tea was definitely of no ordinary status.
Chen Chang Sheng’s looked at the middle aged woman with even more respect in his eyes.
He put down the teacup and waited for her to ask a question.
But even after they finished their cups of tea, the middle aged woman didn’t say anything.
She sat quietly next to the table and looked around the surrounding of Herb Garden. There was no emotion in her eyes, there were only countless memories.
But Chen Chang Sheng wasn’t one of them.
Chen Chang Sheng was a little embarrassed, a little nervous even. He wasn’t use to this kind of silence.