It's impossible to be quiet around. Mo Zhengyan is right to be silent, and Tang Han-chen is silent.

I heard the lid of the teapot flutter because it was boiling, and suddenly jumped the indicator lamp with a hiccup.

A pot of water boiled and waited for someone to flush it.

Tang Han-chen suddenly smiled a little. He stopped talking. He just reached out and lifted the teapot. With his wrist hanging down, water rushed out of the teapot and into the cup. The green tea floated quietly, and the fragrance spread everywhere. It was a pleasant fragrance.

"Don't hesitate to say so much. Have a cup of tea." Tang...