157. Transfer (Second Update)

The woman smiled at them, bowing slightly as if to pay her respects, and Shen Qinglan followed suit with a similar gesture. Fang Tong mirrored Shen Qinglan's actions.

On the tea table before them lay a set of tea utensils. Fang Tong was not well-versed in them and couldn't name them, but she found them very pleasing to the eye.

The woman did not speak but picked up the teapot on the table and began to brew the tea.

Fang Tong saw that Shen Qinglan also did not speak, so she quietly sat there, watching the woman's movements.

Her actions were graceful, flowing like clouds and water. Fang Tong had never seen someone make tea with such beautiful posture before. This was a woman whose very bones exuded a natural elegance—not the acquired elegance of high society, but that of an ancient noble lady, with an inborn nobility and grace that were etched into her bones and infused into every gesture.