"You're flattering me, Miss Anna. I don't know much about the tea ceremony. I've only learned a little about tea-making process, I haven't mastered the essence of tea-making. Here, have some." Daisy carefully poured the brewed tea into a small cup, offering a cup of fragrant tea to Anna.
"Thank you, Mrs. Mu." Anna didn't refuse Daisy's kindness. She took the cup and had a sip. The sweet and fragrant taste lingered in her mouth.
Anna couldn't help but gasp in admiration.
How does it taste? They say the flavor will linger in your mouth for a long time." Daisy glanced at her with a smile on her face, making another cup for Edward. She didn't forget that she came here to make tea for her husband.
"Indeed, what a marvelous taste! It's so amazing. Although we use the same tea leaves, yours tastes completely different from the tea we make." As a secretary of a multinational company, Anna had some knowledge nearly in all fields. But since her boss didn't like drinking tea, she knew very little about tea-making.
"The taste is influenced by the process and equipment used in brewing it. Of course, water temperature is also very important. I need to go now, but I can teach you how to brew tea when I'm free another day. Then you can serve Edward some tea." Daisy picked up the tray with the tea, and walked out of the tea room in satisfaction. She smiled merrily as she walked away. The bright smile on her face was so different from her usual blank expression, that Anna almost doubted her eyes. But she dared not offer tea to her CEO unless he asked. After all, she didn't have Mrs. Mu's skill. It wouldn't end well if she did that.
As Daisy returned to the CEO's office, the fragrance of the tea she brought filled the room. Although it smelled better than a strong shot of coffee, the warm aroma put a pained expression on Edward's face.
He complained, "Honey, I don't want to drink tea." Edward stared at the steaming tea in disgust with deeply furrowed eyebrows.
But you have to. Don't worry, I didn't poison your tea. Don't act like you're being served poisonous wine. It's just tea." Daisy didn't expect such a strong resistance from him.
Do I have to drink it? Please." Edward made one last protest. There was a time when he was in a meeting with a guest, he took a sip of the tea made by his secretary, and the bitter taste almost made him spit the tea on the table. Why did his wife want him to consume such a horrible drink? It was difficult for him to refuse when she was looking at him so expectantly.
"Just have a sip. If you don't like it, I'll make you some coffee instead." Daisy didn't like forcing Edward to do things he didn't like. If drinking too much coffee wasn't bad for Edward's health, she wouldn't even suggest he drink tea instead.
"Alright! I'll drink anything my wife brings to me, whether it's poison or tea." Putting on a brave face, he took the cup and had a sip. But strangest thing occurred. The tea didn't taste as astringent and bitter as the one he had before. It tasted sweet and fragrant, and warmth permeated his limbs. He couldn't help but finish the tea in one gulp.
"See, I told you a cup of tea wouldn't hurt you." Daisy was confident with her tea-making technique. She had never heard any complaints that the tea she made wasn't good. It was evident in Edward's eagerness in finishing his tea.
Not bad. It's unlike anything I've ever had before. How did you manage that? Or is it sweet and fragrant because my wife made it with love?" Edward quipped with a smirk.
Well, pay me in full. I will consider teaching you." Daisy winked at him, stretching out a hand.
I'm yours Honey. And all my money is yours. I have nothing to pay for the lessons, Edward retorted with a wry smile. He massage his chin as he pleaded. He like the coquettish expression that Daisy was unconsciously showing him. Only this way did he feel that she needed him, and that she wasn't always independent.
Perhaps, you can pay for the lessons in a different way. Daisy regretted her suggestion immediately. After seeing his happy grin, her cheeks flushed red.
I'd love to. Perhaps, I can also satisfy your demands in a different position too. The more time he spent with her, the more he enjoyed flirting with her. Who would've thought that such a domineering officer could be so shy in private?
That's enough. Get to work. Do you really want to do overtime? I see you have time to tease me. Daisy's face sank. Her cold tone returned as she glanced at the desk.
Overtime? That's out of the question. Don't forget that I'm the boss of this company. I'm the one who decides who stays for overtime and who doesn't. Despite his words, Edward obligingly picked up the files on the desk and continued to read the documents. He didn't have the heart to make her accompany him any longer.
Daisy refilled his cup with tea and put it somewhere accessible for him. Then she turned around and placed the tray on the coffee table. She took a seat at the sofa, gracefully picking up the magazine she hadn't finished and resumed reading it. Because so many financial reports were centered on Edward, she wanted to know what the various articles said about him.