Lu Xing placed the teapot and teacups on the tray, and Qin Miaomiao took the tray from his hands, flashing him a faint smile: "Leave the rest to me, and make sure you don't blink."
Hearing her voice filled with confidence, Lu Xing's sister surprisingly started to look forward to it.
Holding the tray, she made her way to the living room, scanning the room before stopping beside Old Sir Lu. Carefully and obediently, she took down the teapot and teacups, placing the poured tea in front of each person according to their seating arrangement.
Lu Xing observed every tiny action closely, unable to suppress the faint smile on his lips.
Old Sir Lu was aware that Mo Wenwan was visiting the ancestral home for the first time. Though he didn't know much about her character or personality, her actions couldn't help but earn his admiration.
"I didn't realize you knew how to make tea."
