C372 Humid Gift?

"I don't have much to give. I got some tea leaves from the mother tree, Da Hong Pao."

Suddenly, Miao Bo took out an iron jar the size of a goose egg.

He just slightly opened a corner of the pot.

A refreshing fragrance of tea wafted out.

The mother tree, Da Hong Pao, was precious.

It didn't matter if the tea was brewed or not, there would always be a fragrance lingering around