"So fragrant!"
Yang An sat on a stone stool, a cup of tea in his hands and a brilliant smile on his face.
However, he wasn't drinking the tea brewed by Elder Zhuan Yu, but rather some mountain spring water the elder had produced separately.
In Elder Zhuan Yu's words, only sissies drank that stuff.
But what the elder himself drank was not something an ordinary person could handle, so he didn't let Yang An try it.
As for the "tea leaves," they were actually the red flowers from the crooked-neck tree above them.
A strange sensation filled his mouth. The tea was ice-cold, a refreshing chill that seeped deep into him, yet at the same time, his entire body felt an incredible sense of relaxation.
It was as if he had been constantly on edge since arriving in this world, but now, he had unexpectedly unwound. It was unbelievably comfortable.
Of course, this tea was no ordinary thing. Drinking it came at a price.
