Seeing this, Jiang Wanjie couldn't help but say, "Emperor Son, why not put in a few more tea leaves? That way the flavor would be much richer." He had noticed that Jiang Chen had only taken out a tiny amount of leaves.
"Hmph? What do you take this for? Ordinary food? You actually expect me to put in extra leaves?" Jiang Chen raised an eyebrow, a hint of playful amusement in his tone. He gently shook the small canister in his hand, where only a few leaves remained, clearly making them supremely precious. "Every single leaf of my tea contains the essence of heaven and earth. The supply is limited, and after a few brews, there won't be much left."
Hearing this, Jiang Wanjie immediately let out a laugh, waving his hand in dismissal. "Emperor Son, I was only joking just now, please don't take it to heart." A smile plastered his face, though inwardly he cursed his bad luck for failing to get a few more of those precious leaves.
Chapter 17