Yan Yu, who was so adept at self-deprecation, left Ben Shaming montarily speechless.
After struggling for a few seconds, he could only compromise: "What exactly do you want? Just say it."
Yan Yu took a deep breath: "It’s still the sa question: you ca to my store to find , right? I want to know what you are looking for for?"
The earlier awkwardness stemd from her dragging Little Ben back to Yan Jian’s studio. It seed that the unexpected kiss wasn’t the real issue, so she wondered if it might be that he had a change of heart, perhaps feeling guilty about the later misunderstanding, and agreed to let her return to Yan Jian’s studio?
If that were the case, it would be a reasonable compromise.
Ben Shaming found himself cornered by Yan Yu’s question and bit his knuckle in frustration.
This witch, despite being ugly and stupid, inexplicably had a kind of intuition and focus, determined to get to the bottom of anything she set her sights on, never giving up until she achieved her goal.
He sighed, "There is indeed sothing I want to confirm with you. However, it’s not convenient to talk about it over the phone, so how about we et up?"
Yan Yu inhaled, "Okay, where do you want to et?"
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Half an hour later, they t in a teahouse chosen by Ben Shaming.
Run by the Chinese, the layout and decoration were of the mysterious Eastern style, with each compartnt relatively independent, making it easier to talk.
Yan Yu naturally liked such teahouses more, so she comfortably took out her own aged tangerine peel Pu’er tea to let the shop brew it.
Seeing the sa kind of tea again, Ben Shaming involuntarily recalled the orange tea that Yan Jian and Jas drank that night, and frowned slightly, reminding coldly, "You’re at soone else’s shop but drinking your own tea; isn’t that a bit disrespectful?"
Yan Yu smiled faintly, "It’s for you to drink, not for to drink. I drink the shop’s tea."
"For ?" He frowned, "I don’t drink it."
She rolled her eyes at him, "Tangerine peel Pu’er soothes the stomach and regulates breathing, relaxes the liver and moistens the lungs, it’s good for you. I can see that you’ve been very irritable lately, like you’ve been worried about sothing."
He squinted at her, feeling a familiar tension rising within him.
Did this witch see through him again?
Soon the tangerine peel Pu’er tea was brought over, and Yan Yu gracefully thanked the shop and repeated Ben Shaming’s previous words. The shopkeeper, however, smiled openly, "Miss, please don’t say that. I would not dare to be offended by a custor using their own tea. Although our shop also has tangerine peel Pu’er, neither the peel nor the Pu’er can compare to the tea the young lady brought."
Yan Yu gave a humble smile, placing the remaining tea bag back in the shopkeeper’s hands, "I’ll give this to you, as a gift between friends, for your usual refreshnts."
The shopkeeper was a bit surprised, deeply appreciative, and quickly added, "While our Pu’er is about average, that tangerine peel is sothing we can’t find in M Country. Please forgive my ignorance, but I can tell that the tangerine peel wasn’t just sun-dried but underwent nine steams and nine sunings, using cedar wood during the steaming, with a large pot underneath boiling candied fruit. The steam infused the sweet and sour into the tangerine peel."
Yan Yu’s eyes turned into crescent moons with her smile, "The shopkeeper has a keen eye."
The shopkeeper sighed, "This is the thod used for the tangerine peel offered as tribute in the Qing Dynasty Palace. In the common world, we’ve only heard of it but have never seen it. It’s a privilege to witness it today."
The shopkeeper withdrew, and Ben Shaming stared straight at Yan Yu. From his perspective, he couldn’t understand all these extravagant customs created by the Chinese, how a re orange peel could have so many intricate details.
Yan Yu was also a bit embarrassed and shook her head, "Don’t look at , I didn’t make it myself. It’s so complicated that I can’t make it on my own. It’s a family heirloom. Back then, my ancestors were at least national leaders, so quite a few things from the palace ended up in our family."
"It was my sister-in-law who obtained it, but unlike my grandfather, she didn’t keep it but distributed it to us. My sister-in-law said that although tangerine peel is prized for its ’aged’ quality, once it exceeds five years, it’s no longer tangerine peel but ’tangerine peel charcoal’, and its effect and dicinal value change."
Ben Shaming took a deep breath.
Tang Yanyu in front of him didn’t know, he was not unfamiliar with Chinese dicine. He once apprenticed under Duan Shengxuan as a young boy to avenge Jas. Duan Shengxuan was a master of Chinese dicine, and he learned a lot just by observing.
He understood the difference between tangerine peel and tangerine peel charcoal.
Thus, he increasingly felt that what Yan Yu was saying had deeper implications.
He said nonchalantly, "Since your family’s heirloom aged tangerine peel is no longer tangerine peel but tangerine peel charcoal, why do you still want to drink it?"
Yan Yu’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at him.
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