The elder steward and the all-purpose steward, Mu Mingyu, exchanged a glance. It seems the Matriarch places great importance on this person!
Mu Qiuniang was very calm. She sat in the chair, drinking the tea from upstairs. This was top-quality black tea specially prepared by the Mu family. Mu Mingyu dared to guarantee that the pot of black tea he brewed was the best of the best, one of his finest works.
This work even earned him the best grade in the tea appreciation class at the British Royal Academy.
However, even his proudest work made Mu Qiuniang frown slightly.
Mu Mingyu felt a pang in his heart and quickly approached, asking softly, "Matriarch, is the tea not to your taste?"
Mu Qiuniang did not speak, only shook her head lightly, and with a swipe of her hand in her sleeve, a package of tea leaves appeared in her empty hand.
A natural wooden-colored paper package was tied with a linen string, about half a pound.
She handed it to Mu Mingyu, "Spiritual Tea."
