"That's more like it."
With a smug smile, Su Sikong picked up his tea cup, slowly brought it to his lips, blew on it to cool it down, and took a small sip. After a moment of savouring, he put down the refreshment.
"Don't you know how to buy some decent tea? How could you serve such an inferior tea? It has left a bitter taste in my mouth."
Both Qin Yi and Su Pan'er stared at him, neither of them uttering a word.
Feigning both mystery and intrigue, Su Sikong glanced back and forth, coughed artificially, and straightened his fat body, which was making the chair creak under its weight.
Then, looking up, he looked at Qin Yi with a triumphant expression.
"Qin Yi! You're a successful candidate in the preliminary imperial examinations and the future pillar of the state. How can you waste your best years in such a tiny place? What say you? Therefore, I've recommended you to Deputy County Magistrate."