Shangguan Wan'er turned to Luo Jiaojiao and explained awkwardly, "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. My husband likes to taste tea, but unfortunately his tea-making skills are not that good."

Luo Jiaojiao shook her head gently. Thinking of Captain Liang’s words, she couldn’t help but think of Grandpa Leng.

Grandpa Leng had also praised her tea-making skills. Now that she was about to leave, she wondered if she would ever see anyone from the Leng family again. She felt a little melancholy, but then she was relieved. Perhaps this was fate. There were always unexpected surprises and disappointments in the process of separation and reunion.

Luo Jiaojiao smiled gently and looked at Shangguan Wan'er with warm eyes, "Aunt Wan, it's really okay. I don't have anything special to do. Let me make you a pot of tea." As she said that, she gently took the teacup from Shangguan Wan'er's hand.

Shangguan Wan'er saw this and confidently handed her the cup. "Okay, I'll just watch and learn from you. To be honest, I didn't know there were so many things to pay attention to when making tea."

Shangguan Wan'er's family were all soldiers, and they all lived a simple life. She had seen her father and elder brother make tea, which they did by simply putting tea leaves in and then pouring in hot water, which was simple and direct.

Luo Jiaojiao sat quietly in front of the quaint tea table, caressing the tea leaves that exuded a faint fragrance with her hands. She took out a handful of tea leaves and carefully put them into the exquisite purple clay pot. The surrounding environment was shrouded in a yellow light, making the whole scene look peaceful and warm.

Luo Jiaojiao began to brew tea in an orderly manner. Her movements were smooth and graceful, and every detail was full of artistic sense. She gently poured in the hot water, and the tea leaves fluttered in the water, like a group of light dancers.

As hot water is poured in, the tea leaves gradually emit a rich aroma that permeates the entire space.

Luo Jiaojiao watched the tea leaves unfold in the water attentively, her eyes full of awe and love for tea. Her face looked even softer under the light, like a beautiful painting.

The process of making tea is like a silent dance. Luo Jiaojiao interprets the charm of tea with her hands and heart.

Her movements are not only pleasing to the eye, but also make people feel a kind of inner peace and tranquility. Luo Jiaojiao uses her tea-making skills to bring them a sense of tranquility and relaxation, which makes people can't help but be moved.

Shangguan Wan'er witnessed Luo Jiaojiao's tea-making skills. She shook her head gently, with a bit of helplessness and admiration on her face.

She stared at Luo Jiaojiao's focused expression, as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only her deft hands moving between the tea sets. "Jiaojiao, you are the only one who has the patience to make tea so patiently. I'd better forget it. I really can't do it." Shangguan Wan'er sighed.

There was a hint of self-mockery in her voice, as well as some admiration for Luo Jiaojiao.

She knew that she was patient by nature, but she still couldn't do what Luo Jiaojiao did, immersing her heart completely in the process of making tea and feeling the tranquility and harmony therein.

Luo Jiaojiao just smiled faintly. To her, making tea is not only a skill, but also a way of self-cultivation.

She was concentrating only to make herself forget the eyes that were staring at her.