Lan Wangji is going to request for another glass of iced tea, it helps him cool down and feeling. A server came and gave him one, full of ice cubes to keep the drink chilly. While he's distrustful of the teas in this place, he took a sip, and it came out all right.

"Mn." He nodded, listening, and then he realized he calls him Lan Zhan. He wonders if he calls the other one, the same birth name too. He figured he does since it seems to him that he calls him his birth name out of habit.

"I wouldn't know Wei Ying. But if I ever find yours, I'll bring that tea to you." Yet, he is curious now that he describes it. "Hopefully, it wasn't a bad flavor." If he gets lucky to obtain those teas.

Oh he remembered he did receive one. "I received mine, but it's very robust and strong for the taste. Like cinnamon and spice."