[Zhongli accepts the glass bottle with a nod of gratitude, his hands steady and precise. He turns his attention to the stove, where the kettle awaits. He pours the water with deliberate care, ensuring not to fill it too hastily, mindful of the gentle sounds of the water meeting metal, and turns the stove alight.]
The beauty of Chenyu Vale is indeed remarkable. It's a rare sanctuary in our fast-moving times. [Does he sound proud? Loving? Maybe it's just a trick of his focus as he waits for the water to heat up.
He doesn't allow the water to reach a boil, knowing that the perfect temperature is crucial for brewing Chenyu Vale tea. The ideal heat must coax out the tea's delicate flavors without scalding the leaves. His eyes, reflecting the flicker of the stove's flame, monitor the water's tiny bubbles, indicators of the approaching moment.
As the water heats, Zhongli meticulously measures the tea leaves, opting for a precise quantity that promises a balanced infusion.]
I hope, in time, you find a moment to return and experience its wonders at a more leisurely pace. The world has much to offer beyond the confines of our duties. [Zhongli turns his attention to the cups. He understands that the vessel's temperature is as critical as the water's. With a practiced motion, he pours a small amount of the hot water into each cup, swirling it around to ensure the ceramic is warmed. This step, often overlooked, preserves the tea's warmth, ensuring that the first sip is as perfect as the last. He discards the warming water, and finally, places the measured quantities of tea into the cups.
With the water just shy of boiling, Zhongli gently pours it over the leaves. He does so in a circular motion, allowing the water to evenly cover the tea, encouraging a harmonious blend of water and leaf. As the infusion begins, a fragrant aroma fills the cabin, mingling with the crackling fire's warmth and the storm's muted roar outside.
Zhongli watches the leaves unfurl, timing the steep with an internal clock honed by centuries of practice. When the moment is right, he carefully pours the tea, ensuring an equal distribution of flavor in each cup.
He presents a cup to Neuvillette with a respectful nod.] Please.
Damn, Venti, making peepaw unable to avoid the other peepaw
The beauty of Chenyu Vale is indeed remarkable. It's a rare sanctuary in our fast-moving times. [Does he sound proud? Loving? Maybe it's just a trick of his focus as he waits for the water to heat up.
He doesn't allow the water to reach a boil, knowing that the perfect temperature is crucial for brewing Chenyu Vale tea. The ideal heat must coax out the tea's delicate flavors without scalding the leaves. His eyes, reflecting the flicker of the stove's flame, monitor the water's tiny bubbles, indicators of the approaching moment.
As the water heats, Zhongli meticulously measures the tea leaves, opting for a precise quantity that promises a balanced infusion.]
I hope, in time, you find a moment to return and experience its wonders at a more leisurely pace. The world has much to offer beyond the confines of our duties. [Zhongli turns his attention to the cups. He understands that the vessel's temperature is as critical as the water's. With a practiced motion, he pours a small amount of the hot water into each cup, swirling it around to ensure the ceramic is warmed. This step, often overlooked, preserves the tea's warmth, ensuring that the first sip is as perfect as the last. He discards the warming water, and finally, places the measured quantities of tea into the cups.
With the water just shy of boiling, Zhongli gently pours it over the leaves. He does so in a circular motion, allowing the water to evenly cover the tea, encouraging a harmonious blend of water and leaf. As the infusion begins, a fragrant aroma fills the cabin, mingling with the crackling fire's warmth and the storm's muted roar outside.
Zhongli watches the leaves unfurl, timing the steep with an internal clock honed by centuries of practice. When the moment is right, he carefully pours the tea, ensuring an equal distribution of flavor in each cup.
He presents a cup to Neuvillette with a respectful nod.] Please.