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Chapter 110 The Huo family invited her to make tea.

The next day, as dawn broke and a pale white hue spread across the sky, the daytime high temperature in Beijing had already exceeded 30°C in recent days. Thick curtains kept the daytime heat and noise completely blocked out of the windows.

Su Ruoyun yawned lazily, turned over, and groped around on the bedside table for her phone, which she didn't know where she had left it last night. At the same time, she grabbed the remote control from the bedside table.

The deep blue curtains slowly slid open to both sides, and bright light instantly streamed into the room.

She squinted, her face showing signs of sleepiness, and after groping around in the crack of the bed for a while, she finally managed to pull out her phone.

Su Ruoyun stayed in bed for a while before slowly getting up, slipping on her slippers, and getting out of bed.

After washing up, she felt refreshed. Her slightly wavy long hair was casually pinned up at the back of her head with a hair clip. She put on light makeup, had breakfast, and then drove to the teahouse.

Today, Su Ruoyun specially hired two tree planters to plant the Spanish olive tree in the yard.

The auction house had delivered the Spanish olive tree two or three days ago, but because Su Ruoyun was having trouble with the layout of the courtyard, the planting process was put on hold for a few days.

Yesterday, after chatting briefly with Chen Zheyan at a ranch on the outskirts of Beijing, she finally determined the planting location for the 800-kilogram tree.

Two tree planters worked together to push a cart, transporting the 800-kilogram Spanish olive tree to the pre-dug pit, above which a white circular flower bed was placed.

The blazing sun pours down, the air is dry, and the gray-blue leaves outline unique shapes, creating a strong Mediterranean atmosphere.

It took Su Ruoyun the entire morning to plant the tree. After seeing the two tree planters off, she stood quietly by the tree, gazing at it for a few seconds under the glaring sunlight, before raising her hand to shield herself from the intense sun.

The interplay of light and shadow among the intertwined Spanish olive trees creates a serene, sea-like atmosphere reminiscent of traditional Chinese courtyard houses.

Several lucky bamboo stalks were planted nearby, their lush green leaves looking very fitting.

A hint of satisfaction flashed across Su Ruoyun's eyes. She raised her hand to fan herself, but unable to bear the weather any longer, she turned and walked into the backyard.

While organizing architectural drawings, Su Ruoyun pulled out the "Classic of Tea" from the "Hundred Rivers and Seas of Learning" edition.

She turned her head, glanced back at the chaise lounge, sat down, leaned back, casually placed the "Classic of Tea" on her lap, turned the pages, and gazed at the words.

In a few seconds, her thoughts drifted away, and she remembered that a long time ago, Huo Jingcheng had said he wanted to borrow this book, "The Classic of Tea".

Just as she was lost in thought, a pleasant cell phone ringtone broke the silence.

Su Ruoyun snapped out of her reverie, casually closing the "Classic of Tea." Her hand was already in her pocket, expertly reaching out to touch the unfamiliar phone number on the screen. She raised an eyebrow, a fleeting look of curiosity crossing her face.

I swiped my thumb across the screen and answered the call.

The next second, a soft female voice came through the phone's receiver.

"Hey."

"Hello, hello."

Su Ruoyun didn't recognize Song Yunwen's voice at first, but spoke politely.

Until a short, soft laugh came from the other end of the phone, causing her to frown slightly.

The voice on the other end of the phone was leisurely and unhurried: "It's me, Ruoyun." Su Ruoyun immediately stood up from the chaise lounge. "Mrs. Huo?"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Song Yunwen asked with a smile, "Does the teahouse offer door-to-door service? My husband loves tea. Do you have time to come to the compound and brew him a cup of tea?"

Su Ruoyun: Yes, I do. I don't know what kind of tea Mr. Huo likes, so I can prepare accordingly.

"The White Hair Silver Needle will be of great help to you then." Song Yunwen spoke gently and tactfully, her words perfectly measured and appropriate.

"No trouble."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yunwen looked at Old Master Huo, who was sitting upright in a grand chair not far away, and smiled helplessly, "Now, you should be satisfied, right?"

Old Huo curled his fingers and tapped them lightly on the armrest of the chair twice, then smiled with satisfaction. "Make another call and tell the second and third sons to come back."

The second brother refers to Huo Beiyue, and the third brother refers to Huo Jingcheng.

Song Yunwen paused in her grip on her phone and said softly, "Bei Yue is probably busy in the military region right now."

Unlike other places, the military region has strict rules, and it's impossible to go out freely in the afternoon.

Upon hearing this, Old Master Huo thought for a moment and said, "Then let him come back for dinner tonight. Let the third son come back first."

Song Yunwen agreed with a "okay" and then called Huo Jingcheng, only to learn that he was in a meeting and had just entered the conference room and wouldn't be out for at least an hour.

The eldest son of the Huo family was already married and had a three-year-old child. The remaining two sons were in dire straits, but neither of them came back.

Old Huo was feeling depressed, and his steps were somewhat heavy as he went upstairs for a nap.

Meanwhile, after hanging up the phone, Su Ruoyun prepared the necessary tea set and tea leaves, and drove there.

The Huo family also lived in a military compound, which was heavily guarded. Soldiers patrolled and stood guard 24 hours a day with live ammunition. More than ten soldiers stood upright on both sides, patrolling back and forth.

Whether the Huo family had given instructions or not, the sentry on guard asked Su Ruoyun's name, then deftly raised his hand and immediately signaled the person next to him to quickly move the roadblock.

Su Ruoyun drove smoothly into the house according to the address, and parked her Mercedes in front of a courtyard.

At that moment, Song Yunwen was sitting in the flower room, pruning the flowers. A maid tiptoed in, whispered a few words, and she put down the scissors. Immediately, a maid brought her a towel to wipe her hands.

She walked slowly and gracefully forward, the hem of her dark blue cheongsam swaying slightly with her movements, exuding a gentle charm. She handed the towel she had used to dry her hands to the maid.

Before entering the house, Song Yunwen raised her hand to tidy up the stray hairs by her ears, displaying a dignified and graceful demeanor.

Two servants were fetching teaware and tea leaves for Su Ruojun.

Song Yunwen gave an instruction, then led Su Ruoyun into the living room, smiling and saying, "The old man is upstairs taking a nap. You may have to wait a little while."

Just then, a maid brought a glass of milk and gently placed it on the glass coffee table, the rich aroma of milk gradually spreading in the air.

Noticing Su Ruoyun's gaze, Song Yunwen said, "You're an expert in tea making, so I won't try to teach you a lesson."

Upon hearing this, Su Ruoyun smiled gently, a smile as delicate as summer flowers in full bloom. She picked up a cup from the coffee table, her fingertips gripping the handle, and brought the rim of the cup to her lips. She took a small sip of the iced milk, and the coolness instantly spread between her lips and teeth, relieving the heat brought by the high temperature.