A silence ensued within the room, only the aroma of flowers and herb emanated within the room. The older lady would pick up the pot of brewed chrysanthemum tea and pour it in a small cup, along with slices of ginger. Akin to golden liquid, the Tea Sommelier would place it in front of the young man that couldn't even hold eye contact.
Bo Ling was mum.
He wouldn't speak a word as he picked up the cup and took a sip. He blinked and quickly placed the cup back down and let out his tongue—he had scalded it.
Bo Lifen bit back a sigh and turned to the other guests, "How about the three of you? Would you like to have some tea? There's some studies that the medicinal properties of this flower might help with calming your nerves and prevent osteoporosis with continued consumption. Anyhow, let it cool down first before drinking or you'll scald your tongue like your idiotic friend right there."
