CHAPTER 1175: CHAPTER 235: CONFESSION ON LIVE STREAM, SET UP

Yan Song was very busy. Yun Ya hadn’t seen him since waking up, knowing he was busy with work, she didn’t disturb him. Yun Ya left the tray of snacks aside. After a while, Ah Yun brought in a cage with a little mouse inside. Its fur was grayish-yellow, looking listless and lacking energy.

"Where did it come from?" Yun Ya asked curiously, although she was afraid of mice, she subconsciously shrank back a bit.

Ah Yun said with a playful smile, "Sister Mingyue caught it in the little garden at the back, a little mouse coming out to forage, there’s a whole nest of them. Sister Mingyue said she’d get as many as you want, Miss."

Yun Ya frowned, thinking of Mingyue’s intentions, sighed, and broke off some of the pastries to feed it: "It’s hard to survive in such cold weather, at least here with me, there is food."

The little mouse, with its gray eyes cautiously glanced at Yun Ya, tentatively stretched out its tongue to lick, seeing Yun Ya didn’t react, it gathered a bit more courage, bit into the pastry and dragged it to the corner, turning its back to Yun Ya and started nibbling.

Yun Ya found it amusing: "How cute."

"I thought Miss would not like it."

Yun Ya glared at her: "Who likes mice?"

Ah Yun playfully stuck out her tongue, "Let’s give it a name, seeing its gray appearance, let’s call it Little Gray. Little Gray, you have a name now." She said as she covered the cage with a cloth and placed it in an inconspicuous corner by the window.

Yun Ya stayed comfortably in the room, not going anywhere, reading, practicing calligraphy, appreciating the snow, and brewing tea. Life was quite pleasant, but even if she didn’t go out, it didn’t stop others from visiting.

"Oh, this room is quite elegantly arranged by Yueyue, you can tell it is lived in by a lady of nobility." Meng Shujing stepped into the room, her gaze swept around the room, sneering inwardly. Zhuang Xiyue truly valued this woman, as the placed objects were all expensive and valuable.

Yun Ya smiled and said, "Auntie, please sit. I’ll brew you some tea."

Meng Shujing circled the room, more arrogant than the owner, and took a glance at the half-finished calligraphy on the desk, her eyes lingering.

She glanced back at the young girl following her, gentle and serene, neither arrogant nor humble.

Indeed, she’s not just a pretty face, but shares the same taste as Zhuang Xiyue. No wonder they got along so well.

"The calligraphy is well done." Meng Shujing sincerely praised. This much she admitted, Ah Ci couldn’t compare. Ah Ci just didn’t have the composure.

The young girl smiled gently: "Auntie, you flatter me. I just wrote it for fun."

To achieve this level just for fun, if she took it seriously, it would be remarkable.

Meng Shujing shouldn’t have praised her; this woman was just like Zhuang Xiyue, with countless holes in her heart. She spoke softly, but like needles, it was unpleasant.

"Well then, let’s see your tea-brewing skills."

By the window was a low couch with tatami on both sides. On the low couch was a set of tea utensils. Yun Ya smiled and extended her hand: "Auntie, please."

Meng Shujing flicked her sleeve and sat down steadily.

Yun Ya then knelt down, first cleansing her hands, then slowly wiping them with a clean white towel, her every move was elegantly refreshing.

Then the short-haired girl brought a jar, opened it, and a cold air rushed out, carrying the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Yun Ya smiled and said, "In the past, there was the refined Yu who appreciated plum blossom snow, today I, too, shall enjoy elegance for a moment."

Saying this, she first cleaned the tea utensils, then used a white jade spoon to slowly scoop snow water into the kettle. The girl then brought out a delicate wooden box, opened the lid, and inside were tea leaves.

Boiling water and washing tea, every movement flowed like clouds and water, naturally elegant. Meng Shujing watched without blinking, never having seen a young lady channel tea with such perfection, yet it was so natural, without any pretentious traces, as if she was born to it.

Amidst the tea mist, was the girl’s stunning face, exuding an aura of tranquility and calm, drawing people in.

Yun Ya pushed a purple clay teacup in front of her, smiling warmly: "Auntie, have a taste?"

Meng Shujing narrowed her eyes, took a sip, and her pupils couldn’t help but widen. The tea lacked bitterness, but had a clear sweetness, leaving a lingering fragrance.

"Regarding the water for brewing tea, the Tea Classic states ’Mountain water is best, river water is second, well water is the worst.’ Snow water has fewer impurities, cold, and pure, with the saying that if not cold, it would be sharp, and the taste must be bitter." Yun Ya spoke calmly, making people feel very comforted and soothed.

Meng Shujing glanced at her and smiled: "Yun Ya knows quite a lot, her tea-brewing skills are unmatched among her peers indeed."