Okay, so, Hong Hong'er would probably not have been tasked or trusted with tea prep by his family (if that was something they could afford? I claim no expertise here). He neverhad a chance to learn about it, but he knows that cultivators and nobles drink it

When Wuming stumbles across a little brick of it on their way out after burning down the Yong'an palace he grabs it.

He knows it's brewed, kind of like a tincture, but nothing more than that. He throws in the whole puck of tea and boils it to death.

Both the care and terribleness of it gut Calamity Xie Lian all over again.

#wumingWednesday