"Please have some tea," After Yuan Zhou finished brewing the tea, he poured a cup for each of them. There was nothing to be picky about the hospitality etiquette.
"Good tea!" Zeng Youwei was a tea lover. When he smelled the strong fragrance of tea, he couldn't help but praise it. He could tell that good tea was good from the smell. This was not a lie.
Zeng Youwei stared at the teacup and felt that his eyes were shining. He picked up the teacup and took a sip. A slightly bitter taste spread from the tip of his tongue, and gradually, there was a hint of sweetness. The taste was wonderful. He closed his eyes slightly and enjoyed the taste of the tea. For a moment, he even forgot about the important business at the side.
