Behind him, Chu Keqing had already walked to Mr. Chen's side and whispered, "Senior, is there something troubling your mind?"
Mr. Chen did not speak. Chu Keqing slowly placed a cup of hot tea on the stone table in front of Mr. Chen and whispered, "Senior, the tea leaves were brought by me. They come from my family's tea plantation, and I fried them myself. You can taste it."
Mr. Chen glanced at the cup of hot tea in front of him, picked it up, and took a sip.
It was very fragrant.
But... Mr. Chen couldn't taste much more from it.
At his age, very few young people liked drinking tea, and even fewer knew how to appreciate it.
Mr. Chen nodded, "You have been considerate."
Chu Keqing cautiously said, "I dare not disturb your thoughts, Senior. I will be in the room. If you need anything, just call me."
After saying this, the woman turned around and slowly walked back to her room, but deliberately left the door open.
This woman is meticulous... Mr. Chen sighed inwardly.
