"West Lake Longjing tea, brewed in a Yixing zisha teapot, I wonder how it would taste made with German mineral water, Professor, would you care to try?"
August was experienced in his manners, treating Yang Ping with a cup of tea as a Chinese director would treat a friend. The tea was presented to Yang Ping with both hands.
Yang Ping took a small sip. It wasn't bad. His knowledge of tea wasn't very high, he was just used to drinking it. He wasn't interested in other beverages such as coffee.
To be able to distinguish tea with closed eyes was not a possibility for him.
"The taste is quite good!"
Yang Ping set down his teacup.
As August poured more tea for Yang Ping, he said: "The elder Duke intends to have the Duke Foundation collaborate with you. Do not hesitate to accept. And he once promised that if any doctor could cure his son's illness, he would give out one billion euros for the doctor's research fund. Unfortunately, no one has achieved this."
