Xia Ruya was in the midst of brewing some rose tea. The rose petals floated on the surface of the water and seemed to have come alive. They gathered together and exuded a vibrant Jew. They looked just like fresh flowers.
Ning Shuqian stared at her fluid movements in envy. "It's been a few years since we met and you've become even better at brewing tea, Ruya."
For the past few years, Ning Shuqian had been rather interested in brewing tea and hence, had put in painstaking efforts into taking lessons. However, she could never compare to Xia Ruya, who possessed grace and finesse.
Xia Ruya placed the brewed floral tea, which had petals floating beautifully on the surface, in front of Ning Shuqian and said, "I've just been practicing it out of boredom. Practice makes perfect."
Talent was important too when it came to brewing tea. Not everyone could do a precise and good job.
Xia Ruya was rather proud of her own talent.
