Mother Jiang's anger was rising and falling violently. She lowered her head and looked at the broken teacups on the ground. They did seem to be different from the ones she had bought…
" Pfft!" The waiter at the side couldn't help but laugh.
"Mrs. Jiang, the purple clay cups in your shop are all low-grade goods. They are made of raw ore clay, which is different from this purple clay. Let me tell you, our purple clay cups were personally selected by the manager. This kind of teacup has smooth airflow and good ventilation, which can better reflect the tea fragrance."the waiter said.
Of course, these words were taught by Chu Rong.
Some teas were most suitable to use purple sand, so the shop would prepare a little for each type of cup and use it according to the different conditions of the tea leaves.
Mother Jiang was angry.
