Wang Zicong knows what to cut tea, it is completely because a classmate in the town invited him to a party at home, and there is an uncle's family in the town who has a good life, and this tea cutting tasting is so many times in contact.

Wang Sanhu stood behind Xia Zining at this time, and when he saw Wang Zicong, who he had always envied, showing such a surprised expression, he was suddenly very proud in his heart, he was now Sister Xia's scholar, and he would learn a lot in the future.

"It seems that Miss Xia knows a lot about the culture of cutting tea." Wang Ziqian didn't see Wang Xiahua put the cut tea in front of him, picked up the teacup and smelled it, and put the teacup back on the table after taking two sips.

"I don't dare to say that I know more, but I usually have the habit of drinking tea occasionally." Xia Zining smiled indifferently, modestly, and also took two sips of the teacup.

Wang Qianhe just smiled and didn't interject, he just wanted his son to look at some things with his heart to see if he could find the difference between this Xia girl.

Although he didn't have much ability, his father said something to his young self when he was still there, that is, when he went out to face someone and something, some things should not only look at the surface, but also pay attention to it.

He knew that his son was very good to ordinary countrymen, but what did his son really get into, the people and things he would encounter in the future were ever-changing, and his son was proud and complacent, but it was unacceptable to look at people on the surface.

If Xia Zining knew what Wang Qianhe was thinking at this moment, she would definitely sigh with emotion, this father was really well-intentioned, and he was more competent and far-sighted than other fathers in this village.

Wang Ziqian listened to Xia Zining's words, and naturally didn't think so in his heart, if he just didn't have anything to drink tea and didn't have any knowledge, then how did this beautiful tea-cutting technique come about?

Although Wang Xiahua's freshly cut tea is still very stiff and unfamiliar, she can still clearly see the order and differences of cutting tea.

Although he is not the son of a rich family, but there are also classmates in the town is considered a wealthy existence, to walk around there are also a few times, the classmate's maid or the newly married daughter-in-law to make tea, he has to pay attention to watch, although the people's tea cutting skills seem to be very standard, but... It doesn't seem to be as high-end as Wang Xiahua cut tea at the moment. What a charm.

"Miss Xia is too modest, I have seen a few demonstrations of cutting tea, but there is no Sister Xia Hua who taught Miss Xia to cut... It's fascinating. Wang Ziqian's young face had a polite smile.

"Maybe this cut tea is still judged by personal appreciation, and the eldest son of the doctor's family is just seeing it for the first time, maybe it feels fresher." Xia Zining smiled slightly, the tea in the teacup in her hand had been drunk, and she put the teacup on the table, Wang Xiahua picked up the teapot and immediately filled it up.

Wang Xiahua didn't expect Wang Ziqian to praise her for the tea cutting work she had just learned, and she was surprised in her heart, and naturally she was happy. Surprised, she wondered if the tea cutting she had just learned could really be compared to the people in the town.

The prince smiled gently, noncommittal to Xia Zining's words, knowing that he would not say anything if he tried others, so he could only give up.