Mr. Fang was speechless at her description. There has never been a time a tea's colour has been used instead of the taste to assure people to drink it. But for once, he wanted to have hope in her after shocking him.
Sighing, he picked up his cup of tea which had the 'right colour' and abandoned the rest. He was not sure of the success rate of his survival if he had a taste of the so-called scrambled eggs.
As for the 'toasted' bread, there was no need to think that something like that was ever amongst his breakfast order.
Just as the tip of his tongue touched the tea, he hurriedly pulled the cup away from his lips and put it on the table with a thud. Next, he picked up a napkin and spat it into it with a twisted facial expression.
'Is the tea terrible?' Zhang Liling who was watching from the side thought to herself nervously.
