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Su Ruo took a sip, and a sweet fragrance entered her nose.

"What do you think?"

Putting down the teacup, Su Ruo said, "I didn't expect seventh grandfather to brew a pot of good tea."

Qi Muqing smiled without saying a word. When he was in the ice mountain, the only thing he was able to relieve his boredom was to brew a pot of tea for himself before slowly enjoying the warm and bitter taste