Zhang Rong had a long-term private room at Jinshui International. Fang Junjie pushed the door open, and Zhang Rong was preparing to make tea. Without looking up, he seemed to speak to himself, “Come, try the new Anxi Mao Xie they brought for me.” Fang Junjie smiled slightly and sat opposite Zhang Rong. Zhang Rong unhurriedly went through the tea ceremony, his movements not professional but very composed and focused. Fang Junjie didn’t speak either, a slight smile on his lips, his mind racing with thoughts. Zhang Rong poured the tea into the cups, ensuring the concentration was uniform, then sniffed the natural aroma of the tea, smiling faintly, “Azun, you’re good in every way, but your life lacks the finer pleasures, you don’t know how to relax.” Fang Junjie, unconcerned, laughed, “I find work itself to be pleasurable and relaxing; competing with others is fun, isn’t it?” After a moment, he added, “Ah, recently my life has added something that might be what you call pleasure.” Then, squinting with a look of satisfaction, he said, “Eating what Xiaotang cooks for me, watching the woman I like cook for me, that’s truly… pleasing to the eye.”
Zhang Rong neither confirmed nor denied, after a while, handed a cup of tea to Fang Junjie. Fang Junjie took it, the aroma hitting his nose instantly. He drank it all in one gulp, only feeling the rich, elegant flavor, the fragrance lingering in his mouth and throat, couldn’t help but exclaim, “Good tea!”
Zhang Rong also showed an expression of enjoyment, lost in thought. Then, looking at Fang Junjie, he said slowly, “I didn’t expect Azun to have this day. I used to say all your cleverness was reserved for business; you’d never fall for a woman.” Fang Junjie smiled faintly, not responding. Zhang Rong picked up another cup of tea, sniffed it, took a small sip, and murmured somewhat distractedly, “That girl, who would’ve thought she’s Liu Yi’s sister.”
Fang Junjie, seemingly casual, asked, “What does the Tenth Brother think of her?”
Zhang Rong recalled the graceful figure from the banquet, his mind drifting far away, only after a long while did he say, “Good,” raising his cup for a drink, then looked at Fang Junjie, “She has an uncommon appearance, pure eyes, she’s a rare find.”
