Xiao Hong was taken aback, she just gave a casual comment. How did it go to something else?
"Xiao Hong is a blunt person that knows how to drink it but not talk about it. You Yue is the master of tea tasting!" She pushed the ball to Sima You Yue.
"Oh?" Jun Wei shifted his gaze to Sima You Yue. "Miss You Yue can taste tea?"
"I can a little bit."
"Then try."
Sima You Yue softly sniffed the tea that Mo Yu handed to her. She originally had wanted just to say something but it resulted in a poem she had heard before.
"An iron-colored wrinkled frosted belt, holding an excellent verse, the tongue root has not tasted innocent, but the nose smells the holy fragrance."
Xiao Hong and Jun family head did not understand Sima You Yue's words, but Mo Yu knew what she meant.
She was a somewhat knowledgeable guy.
