Inside the house.
Jiang Ning sat by the stove, his brush moving freely in his hand as if dancing on the tip of a blade, characters full of sharpness leaped onto the paper.
Rustle rustle rustle—
Beside him, Lv Yi quietly ground the ink, producing a soft rustling sound.
The black ink gradually spread out.
After grinding sufficiently, she moved to a small ceramic stove nearby and added some small pieces of wood.
Steam rose from the stove, bubbling with a gurgling sound.
Moments later.
The water in the pot boiled.
Lv Yi, hearing the noise from the kettle, immediately set down the ink stick she was grinding.
She went to the tea table, scooped out some tea leaves with a teaspoon, then dropped them into the tea bowl and slightly covered it with a lid.
Then, she picked up the kettle, the snow water inside already boiling.
The tea in the bowl was aged; aged tea required boiling water to brew and release its rich aroma.
