The Man in Power After Being Married into Her Family novel Chapter 5661

Charlie subconsciously asked Vera, “Did you paint this painting?”

Vera nodded and said, “I painted this a few days ago. I painted it especially for you, Young Master.”

Charlie could not help but feel amazed. He never expected Vera to have such extraordinary painting skills. Just a while ago, his father-in-law had mentioned an art exhibition organized by the Calligraphy and Painting Association, and he was struggling to find good works. If Charlie brought this painting there, it might cause a sensation among landscape painters nationwide!

Vera suddenly grabbed Charlie’s right hand, which was adorned with a ring, and intertwined her fingers with his. She then said with an expectant expression, “Young Master, dare I suggest taking you to witness its appearance three hundred years ago with your own eyes?”

With that said, the ring, which had been silent all this time, seemed to understand Vera’s words and released a bit of Reiki directly toward both of their minds.

In the next moment, Charlie felt his vision suddenly blur. Following Vera’s lead, it was as if he was being led by her hand, swiftly passing through an invisible door. Soon after, a cool breeze hit his face, and the scene in front of him instantly came to life.

At this moment, he was standing amidst the boundless mountains of Yorkshire Hill. The sky was incredibly clear and blue, the mountains were refreshingly green, and the rolling white clouds seemed almost within reach. There was not only the exceptionally lush Mother of Pu’er Tea next to the Heavenly Lake but also countless varieties of flowers. The reflection of the blue sky, white clouds, and green mountains shimmered on the surface of the Heavenly Lake, creating an indescribably beautiful scene that could not be described in words.

Charlie then focused his gaze. A breathtakingly beautiful girl dressed in a sky-blue narrow-cuffed long gown with a horse-faced skirt sat at a small square table drinking tea under the Mother of Pu’er Tea. That girl was none other than Vera.

Not far away, many tea farmers were picking tea leaves from relatively low tea trees. Before carrying the full baskets of tea leaves down the mountain, they would come to the Mother of Pu’er Tea, bowing slightly to this mother tree, and then respectfully greet Vera. Vera recognized each one of them. Every time someone greeted her, she would smile and inquire about their harvest for the day.

The tea farmers would then approach her, offering a handful of fresh tea leaves for her to taste. Vera would gently pinch a strand of tea leaves, bring it to her nose for a sniff, then pick up a leaf and chew it carefully. After that, she would inform them about the grade of the tea leaves and instruct them on how to wither, dry, ferment, steam, and store the tea for the best results.

The dark clouds dispersed, revealing a full moon in the sky above the Heavenly Lake, casting a chilly light over the land.

In the moonlight, a girl wearing a raincoat, a bamboo hat, and carrying a back basket approached the burnt Mother of Pu’er Tea, step by step.

This girl was none other than Vera.

She took off the rain-blocking bamboo hat, picked up a charred tree branch struck by lightning from the ground, held it, and bowed to the mother tree three times.

After that, instead of descending the mountain, she put the lightning-struck branch into her back basket and walked into the depths of the mountains without looking back.