The man watched, his gaze deepened, but his expression remained unfazed, "Want more?"
Hannah scowled, showing some disgust, "No, I don't like it at all."
The finest Junshan Silver Needle tea, despised once it reached this young girl's lips.
Arnold chuckled, finishing the remaining tea in his cup.
Despite Arnold's love for tea, he merely sipped it modestly.
Tea is to be savoured; drink too much and it starts tasting like ordinary water, flavourless and wasted.
Before long, the manager arrived with several servers to set up the dishes.
Arnold didn't order much, just enough for the two of them. All the dishes were the restaurant's specialties, said to have originated from the imperial palace. Difficult to find elsewhere, they were served in limited quantities, not things one could simply order anytime they wished.
