Rong Jing sat in front of the coffee table and made tea with skillful and focused movements. Needle-like leaves floated on the water and the fragrance of tea wafted in the air.
He filled the cup to seven-tenths full and held it in front of Old Madam Rong with both hands, "Grandma, have some tea."
Madam Rong took a sip and said, "Are these the 18 trees in front of the emperor?"
Rong Jing chuckled and nodded, "I remember it was your favorite drink in the past, so I brought some here specially."
"I used to like it, but now I'm old and many of my habits have changed."
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