The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and grass, and a soft, moist atmosphere.

The courtyard is paved with bluestone. In the center of the open space, there is a square white jade table, and four stone benches are placed beside it.

Looking at the table again, there were five small dishes of fruits that I had never seen before... Next to the dishes stood a small teapot with a narrow mouth and a round body, along with its partner, four small square teacups.

The teacups and teapots are antique in color, with relief carvings on their surfaces. They have been worn smooth, probably from being held in the palm of someone's hand for a long time.

At this moment, a warm breath, carrying a mellow, clean, and intoxicating tea aroma, is rising from the teapot's spout. A faint fruity fragrance, mixed with the tea aroma, drifts through the courtyard.

This scene was truly enchanting, and Mo Tian and Qiao Mei were equally captivated. They took light steps and, at the host's invitation, sat down on the stone benches beside the jade table.

This tea is refreshing and elegant, yet also rich and pure, with a subtle ethereal quality; it seems to be no ordinary tea.

How fragrant and beautiful! Wan'er leaned over the bag opening, opened her small round mouth, blew out a bubble, and took a deep breath.

Sensing Wan'er's movement, Mo Tian simply reached out and took the fish tank and Wan'er out of the bag, solemnly placing them on the empty table to his left.

The old monk was not surprised by Mo Tian's actions, but his eyes lit up when he saw Wan'er, and he quickly stood up and bowed his head humbly.

"Please sit down, sir. Wan'er is thirsty. Here's a cup of tea." Wan'er raised her head, moved her little mouth, and said these words.

"Yes, yes, this old man will pour the tea right away." The old monk bowed respectfully, then sat down with a flushed face and a sense of trepidation.

This strange monk, why is he treating a little goldfish with the same respect he shows me? This little goldfish…

Mo Tian was momentarily distracted as she watched the goldfish swimming in the water.

"Never mind, why don't you tell us what kind of tea it is first? We can learn something too." Wan'er splashed back into the water.

"Alright, then the old man said that this tea is actually made with thousand-year-old rootless nectar, plus the juice of eighty-one kinds of famous flowers..." The old monk sat opposite Mo Tian, ​​reached out and moved a teacup over, then lifted the small, antique-colored teapot with his other hand, tilting the spout downwards slightly. Water dripped from the teapot into the small square teacup with a "splash!" "Please look, everyone..."

At the old man's prompting, everyone's attention turned to him, and almost simultaneously, they were astonished by the unusual phenomenon in the teacup. The water, initially colorless, quickly turned a pale yellow, then a pale green. As the teacup nearly filled, shallow ripples spread across its surface, revealing a spectrum of colors—seven colors in one continuous wave, a truly enchanting sight.

As the teapot stopped pouring water, the "splashing" sound abruptly ceased, the seven colors vanished, and the tea returned to its calm and unremarkable state...

"Please have some tea." The old monk placed the first cup of tea next to the little goldfish.

The aroma wafting from the tea filled the courtyard. Wan'er wagged her little tail, detached herself from the water vat, balanced herself, and flew onto the table, hovering and soaring above it, right above her own teacup...

"Why did you give it to me first?" Wan'er was a little surprised. She looked up at Mo Tian and Qiao Mei next to her. These two looked noble. Was it appropriate to give them the first cup of tea?