"How Virtuous!"
Peter gulped down the tea in the cup smacking his lips. "So Bland! I can never understand those who love tea so much!"
His early statement was referring to Lyle who not only cooked a pot of Biryani but also brewed a pot of licorice tea.
Raizel almost rolled his eyes, The tea was not bland at all. It had a superb fragrance and a beautiful light amber colour.
After a sip, the sweet sensation will linger in your tongue, filling your mouth with a delightful, rich feeling. Only Peter, that wine drinker would not appreciate the tranquillity of the ceremony before him.
He drank the last drops of tea, his movements were slow, unhurried. He put down the teapot and his brown eyes moved to the old man that was now fiddling with his strawberry bush.
"Peter, did anything happen to your store?"
Peter laughed loudly, "My store is in good condition. Why are you asking?"
