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Hearing Le Yao Yao's words, Leng Junyu merely responded lightly, the sound that escaped his nose was so pleasant that it gradually calmed Le Yao Yao's racing heart, leaving her secretly amazed.
People are such strange creatures; even though she was terrified of this man, there was something about him that seemed to possess an enchanting power, making her unable to resist stealing glances at him.
At this moment, after serving the fragrant tea, Le Yao Yao took a step back and obediently waited to the side. However, within less than a minute, she couldn't help but sneak a look at the man beside her.
Although a day had passed, he showed no signs of disarray.
Dressed in white, with black hair like silk, he was truly handsome and unmatched.
Even the way he gently lifted the lid to taste the tea was as beautiful as a stunning painting that could captivate anyone.
Watching from the side, Le Yao Yao's initial timidity was gradually replaced by awe.
Tsk tsk tsk, a beauty is indeed a beauty; even his tea-drinking posture was so elegant and composed. However, he was just a bit too cold!
Just as Le Yao Yao marveled in her heart, suddenly, the man who was savoring his tea seemed to have eyes on his forehead. Without even looking at her, he knew she was watching him.
Thus, as his red lips parted, a deep and rich voice slowly flowed from them.
"Do you know what kind of water is best for brewing tea?"
"Uh?"
Upon hearing the man's words, Le Yao Yao was momentarily taken aback. However, before she could think further, a phrase slipped from her lips.
"On the mountain, in the river water, beneath the well water."
"You understand the art of tea?"
At Le Yao Yao's response, the man couldn't help but raise his beautifully shaped sword-like brows, a flicker of surprise flashing in his cold eyes.
Originally, he had simply asked a casual question, not expecting this little eunuch to have an answer.
But the outcome was somewhat unexpected.
Not only did this little eunuch respond, but she did so quite well!
When Le Yao Yao heard Leng Junyu's words and saw no displeasure on his face, the tension she had been holding finally eased. She then smiled lightly and said, "I don't really understand the art of tea; I've just read a bit about it."
It wasn't just her saying it; her father, that nouveau riche, despite having a bit of a moneyed air about him, loved drinking tea. As the saying goes, "One who stays near ink gets stained," and gradually she too had come to enjoy tea.
Whenever they had time, the two of them would sit in their garden at home, brewing a pot of Kung Fu Tea. Her father would chat on the phone about his business while she played games on her device, battling monsters. Life was quite carefree…
Alas, such carefree days would likely become mere memories…
As Le Yao Yao was lost in thought, a man's slightly puzzled voice broke through her reverie.
"Reading? You can read? Didn't Chief Eunuch say that you grew up in poverty? How could you possibly know how to read?"
The usually succinct man suddenly appeared inquisitive, causing Le Yao Yao's eyes to flicker for a moment, followed by a tingling sensation at the back of her head.
She was somewhat surprised that this esteemed prince would inquire about the background of a mere young eunuch.
However, her surprise lasted only a moment before she pieced together the reason behind his question.
After all, he was a powerful prince, but he undoubtedly had many enemies. Knowing more about his personal eunuch would at least keep him on guard.
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