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Chapter 681 - No Shame, No Morals, No Bottomline (1)

Chapter 681: No Shame, No Morals, No Bottomline (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Yan Zi continued after her with smiles. “No way! I’m a live witness of your tea brewing skills. Even if one is in a bad mood, they will feel better after drinking your tea!”

Everyone chimed in with smiles.

Since they were all seated, no one really wanted the entire atmosphere to remain so tense. After all, they were all in the same affluent circle, and would bump into one another every now and then.

“I’ve long heard that Miss Su Ya’s tea brewing skills are superb. Seems like we’re in for a treat today.”

“I’ve tried learning to brew tea for a period of time in the past as well. But no matter how I do it, it gives off the same taste.”

“If everyone could do it, why would people call it a skill?”

Su Ya’s lips curled up faintly. “I’m just embarrassing myself here.”

This woman that was good at adapting everywhere had totally changed up the atmosphere such that it seemed as though nothing had happened before.

Wang Caichun could merely scoff in her heart.

Hypocrite!

Looking at how Shi Guang was seated at the side, looking sullen and being silent, she smiled out. “Shi Guang, the dessert should be about done soon. Is it time to season it?”

Shi Guang looked at the clock on the wall—it was indeed about time—and stood up.

Su Ya had already raised the teapot and filled it with water. The first pot of tea was to be poured away ¹ while the second pot of tea was poured into everyone’s cups.

Everyone propped their own cups up—the tea was a faint green color, looking extremely beautiful. As they lowered their heads for a sniff, the tea brought with it a scent of cinnamon.

After taking a single sip, everyone was full of praises for it.

Shi Guang returned. Soon afterward, an attendant brought over bowls of dessert—however, Qian Xun, Su Ya and Yan Zi’s shares were not included.

Looking at the bowl of yam and sweet potato soup before her, Qian Xun could not help but gulp.

She asked the attendant, “Is there any more of it? Could you get me a bowl as well?”

“There’s one more bowl. Please hold on.”

Before long, a piping hot bowl of dessert was served to Qian Xun, who scooped up a mouthful right away. The softness of the sweet potato along with the chewiness of the yam was especially delicious in the face of this cold winter.

She raised her thumb toward Shi Guang immediately. “Not bad, really nice!”

“It’s really delicious! Shi Guang, you truly did not lie to me! Your dessert is top class!” Wang Caichun sniggered in smiles.

Shi Guang scoffed in her heart, ‘Why are you talking now, huh?’

Wang Caichun was helping her to strike back at Su Ya. But in reality, Shi Guang felt that there was no need to—she could not be bothered to fight with these rich women for men, clothes, and cooking skills.

Everyone at the side began to praise the dessert as well.

After drinking the dessert, none of them touched Su Ya’s tea anymore. For a moment, Su Ya’s face flashed with a trace of discomfort before she retained that warm smile of hers.

Yan Zi asked in a seemingly fake smile, “Is that so? Gosh, all of your praises really make me want to give it a taste as well.”

She requested the attendant serve her a bowl, only to be informed that there was no more left.

Yan Zi then looked at Shi Guang with a cryptic smile. “How about going to make two more bowls for us to try, Shi Guang?”

Shi Guang’s face turned black as she ignored her entirely. She did not enjoy having to deal with these people with a polite face despite clearly feeling otherwise.

As for Qian Xun, she did not want to continue having any ties with her in the future as well, lamenting at herself for being stupid enough to think that she could get along with someone of the Su Family.

“I’ll head to the restroom,” She said to everyone else as she stood up and left.

Inside, Shi Guang was about to send a text to Wang Caichun, telling her that she was not going to head back. Just then, a figure appeared in the mirror. Instinctively, she looked toward the mirror as her brows furrowed in impatience.