She absolutely could not let anyone disrupt her plans.
So Jiang Nanshu's expression turned cold, "Out! We don't need a tea master here."
Yan Yidan's smile remained unchanged.
"Too much crispy meat can make one feel greasy. The Longjing tea I've brewed can cut through the grease. Longjing's tea soup is clear, fragrantly aromatic, mellow in taste, and invigorating to the spirit. My sole duty as a tea master is to let esteemed guests taste the well-brewed tea. If a guest rejects me, I will lose this job." Yan Yidan's tea-colored pupils held a trace of loss.
Jiang Nanshu had never really had a proper tea drinking experience.
[Is it that good? Then I must try it!]
She smacked her lips, not really because she was greedy, but she didn't want to see her lose the job.
Thus, she lifted her chin in a granting manner, "Then you sit to one side, don't get close to my fiancé!"
Yan Yidan composedly sat next to Jiang Nanshu, "Okay."
Lu Qingyan, "..."
Can't she firmly send the person away?
