"M-master...the tea…" Fen Wén whispered softly as her eyes darted around, afraid to see Mao Mao's reaction upon drinking the tea she made.
The girl fidgeted nervously waiting for Mao Mao to drink. She would occasionally glance up just to see if Mao Mao already took the cup and at one point, her eyes coincidentally saw Mao Mao took the cup without looking at it.
He still focused on his work as he brought the cup closer to his lips. The steam rising up from the tea hit Mao Mao's nose sending a pleasant aroma, instantly relaxing his mind.
"It smells good, " Mao Mao complimented. The young man then carefully took a sip while closing his eyes. He gulped the hot tea and instantly, his body felt warm inside. He didn't know why but this feeling wasn't bad. It erased his fatigue from working all-day.
