To Lan Wangji, the room betrays a certain kind of weakness in how obvious it is that he's trying to recreate the jingshi. He really is fatally sentimental. Still, he nods in acceptance of the compliment, and then busies himself. He retrieves an inner robe (white) and an outer robe (blue) and shrugs them on, tying a sash over them crisply, then binds up his sleeves with strips of silk before he can begin.
Speaking of sentimentality, he is still mildly irritable that he's lost access to all of his own tea supplies. The mansion has provided some in their stead, but some of those were his mother's. Are his mother's -- he will return one day, Lan Wangji reminds himself. Regardless, he sets out what he has: a bamboo tea tray, a ceramic tea caddy, a small round porcelain teapot, two small cups with blue patterning against white. He has a pitcher of water brought up from one of the many kitchens, and flips a heating talisman between two fingers against its side to stir the water within to boiling.
From the tea caddy, he draws a cake of tea, which he drops into the pot. The moment he pours the hot water into the pot, the aroma hits, a fresh green herbal scent.
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Speaking of sentimentality, he is still mildly irritable that he's lost access to all of his own tea supplies. The mansion has provided some in their stead, but some of those were his mother's. Are his mother's -- he will return one day, Lan Wangji reminds himself. Regardless, he sets out what he has: a bamboo tea tray, a ceramic tea caddy, a small round porcelain teapot, two small cups with blue patterning against white. He has a pitcher of water brought up from one of the many kitchens, and flips a heating talisman between two fingers against its side to stir the water within to boiling.
From the tea caddy, he draws a cake of tea, which he drops into the pot. The moment he pours the hot water into the pot, the aroma hits, a fresh green herbal scent.