บท 275: Where is the Mother?

Time flew by, with Dong Ling supporting Chun Xu's efforts by playing a maple drum. One had to admit that the snakegirl didn't do things half-assedly, and spent a substantial amount of time perfecting her drumming rhythm. Xinzi too joined the fray, picking up a drum and playing in an upbeat style. As the performance reached its crescendo, Dong Ling put a jug of wine on Xinzi's lap and motioned for him to taste it. 

"Nope. This will do just fine." Xinzi pushed the wine to the side, tapped his storage ring, and summoned a ceramic tea pot. From this minor artifact, the aroma of quality tea leaked out, lacing the vapor that rose continuously.

"Tea? Really?"