Later that afternoon.
At a courtyard house in Xuanwumen.
When they entered the northern building, Li Qinqin asked him warmly, "Little Zhang, what would you like to drink?"
"Anything is fine, Auntie," Zhang Ye smiled and said.
Li Qinqin said, "Please don't say that. We have all kinds of drinks here at home that you can choose from."
Zhang Ye replied, "I'm really fine with anything."
Wu Changhe glanced at his wife. "Just get him a cup of hot water."
Li Qinqin stared at him. "How can we serve him hot water?" She then turned to Zhang Ye and said with a smile, "That's right, we actually do have some good tea at home. I heard that just a single gram of it can fetch a price of 10,000 yuan. I don't know if it's true or not, but it's what everyone is saying. Besides, you can't get this tea from anywhere. My daughter brought it back some time ago for us to have a taste. Why don't you have some!"
