Methods cannot be conceived just by willing it, and everyone in the hall fell silent for a moment.
Madam Meng sat on the staircase leading to the second floor and, after waiting a while and seeing no one speak, she uttered a displeased "tsk" from her mouth.
Hua Xiaomai knew she was impatient, glanced at her with a smile, was about to coax her with a few words but saw Wang Zhanrui suddenly stand up, head straight into the kitchen, and after a moment, he came out holding a tea mill and a small can of tea leaves, then he took a small stove and sat down by the window.
The water in the teapot on the stove boiled, a small cluster of tea leaves was placed in the mill, and as it was continuously pressed, it gradually turned into a fine powder, the creaking noise echoing in the room.
