"Of course, I don't mind!" Ye Chen grinned and said, "This thing is called tatami in Japan. Here, we call it a grass mat bed."
"You seem to know quite a lot. If Tongtong hadn't told me you had amnesia, I would have a hard time believing it!" Dian Ling giggled. Then she poured boiling water into the purple clay teapot again, waited a moment, and promptly poured Ye Chen a cup of tea, saying, "Try it, my skills are average, I hope you'll be satisfied!"
Ye Chen nodded and then held the teacup. The teacup was translucent and beautiful, with a jade-green exterior. As he raised it, the golden liquid inside swirled, emitting faint wisps of white steam. From the appearance, the tea had a nice color and a rich fragrance. Ye Chen nodded in satisfaction, took a gentle sip, smacked his lips, and then drank the whole cup of tea in one go.
"Not bad, it seems you've really honed your tea skills!" Ye Chen said with a light smile.
