Xu An looked at the wontons in front of Chu Xingjun. The pale yellow broth enveloped the crystal-white wontons, and he couldn't help swallowing as he said, "Your Mandarin is really good. For someone from Guangdong, you don't have an accent at all. That's impressive."
With that, Xu An sniffed the air and said, "Did you order tea as well?"
As he spoke, Xu An looked around, but he didn't see any teacups or anything like that. Yet, a rich fragrance of tea was drifting over, which felt quite magical.
Chapter 102