Saying One Thing, Meaning Another

Lu Ting snorted coldly, unkindly saying, "Enough, I know that girl is about to take the college entrance exam. I'll let it slide this time, but if you help her again next time, the Mei family will belong to me."

Lu Si raised an eyebrow unexpectedly, smiling slightly, and proactively poured a cup of hot tea for the old man, saying, "Grandpa, why don't you try this tea?"

The old man, accustomed to good things all his life, didn't take it seriously at first.

But when the rich aroma of the tea entered his mouth, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Lu Si explained with a smile, "This is the tea Shu'er just sent yesterday. I asked our tea master at home to brew it several times before bringing out the full aroma. It's quite good, isn't it?"

As soon as Lu Ting heard that the tea was from Mei Shu, the surprise on his face faded, he put down the teacup with a disdainful expression, "Average, nothing special."