Chapter 330


    The ce was basically a yground for the social elites, and today’s mission for Chloe was to


    scout for new talent for herpany. It was hard for students to fit into such a scene, hence it was


    difficult to find fresh faces at the venue. So, Chloe was wandering around, nning to make a


    backdoor exit.


    As she passed a corridor patio, she faintly heard a familiar voice. She didn’t pay much attention, but


    suddenly her name was mentioned.


    She squinted, stood still, and listened quietly as the two people finished their conversation. After a


    moment of contemtion, a cold smirk shed across her face, and she left.


    In the dim light, she walked along a tree–lined path, crossed a bridge, and climbed a few small


    hills.


    It felt like arge park, filled with winding paths and lush greenery everywhere.


    At first, she bumped into a few students on the way. Butter, as the light dimmed, the people


    around her became scarcer


    However, a faint scent of peach blossom wafted over to her.


    Unconsciously, she followed the fragrance for a while, and the scent grew stronger. Soon, she


    found herself in a peach orchard.


    Every few meters in the orchard, there was a groundmp, casting beautiful light on the peach


    blossoms.


    Chloe couldn’t help but admire the view. Just as she was about to step into the orchard for a closer


    look, a deep voice echoed out.


    Is there anything you need, miss?”


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    Chloe stopped in her tracks, spotting a figure sitting in the middle of the orchard.


    She pushed open the wooden gate, nced at the person who didn’t stop her, and stepped in.


    “Sorry, I was attracted by the scent of the flowers.”


    It wasn’t until she got closer that she realized the figure sitting on the peach wood stool was an old


    man dressed in worn–out, dark blue clothes, sipping tea alone. A set of tea–brewing tools was


    spread out on the peach wood table.


    Hearing her words, the old man looked up at her with a hint of aloofness in his eyes.


    “You have a sharp nose.”


    Chloe smiled.


    “Do you know how to make tea?”


    The old man asked lightly, gesturing for her to sit opposite him.


    Chloe hesitated for a moment, “A bit, but I’m not very good at it.”


    The old man chuckled, “That’s already quite impressive.”


    He gestured for her to make tea again, and Chloe didn’t refuse.


    The moment she opened the teapot, a strong aroma of tea hit her.


    The old man looked at her with a hint of scrutiny in his eyes and evenughed, “Not bad! It’s rare to


    meet a young person like you in this day and age. Terme, which one are you best at – perfume


    blending, tea–making, wine–cooking, or flower–appreciating?”


    Chloe was surprised again. Her heart pounded, sensing that this old man was no ordinary person.


    Her tone became more cautious and respectful, “Perfume blending.”


    “Hahaha… I knew it!”


    The old man watched silently as Chloe finished making tea. The process of making tea was crucial.


    A slight mistake could ruin it.


    But Chloe’s tea was just right, quite unique.


    The old man looked at Chloe, his eyes gradually deepening.


    If she didn’t have a high sensitivity to scent, she wouldn’t have been able to achieve this.


    But Chloe was very nervous, her lips tightly closed. It was a while before she asked softly, “May I


    know your name?”


    “Jim Holmez, you can call me Old Jim.”


    Hearing this name, Chloe’s teacup clinked on the teapot, she looked up at the old man in surprise,


    her eyes wide with shock.