Guowei smiled in delight as he took a sip of hot tea from an exquisite porcelain cup. "Ah, nothing quite like a cup of tea early in the morning," he remarked.
Bojiang took a sip of the steaming tea and sighed in satisfaction. "Yes, and tea made by Jindu is the best," he said. "It's like a spell – one gulp and all sleepiness disappears, leaving you wide-awake and ready for the day."
"Haha, true," Guowei let out an amused chuckle and glanced over at Jindu, who was crouched in front of the stove to prepare the tea. He used the towel that hung loosely from his neck to dab away the beads of sweat on his forehead.
Guowei daily morning came here for tea and to spend time with his best friend Bojiang.
"Fattu, what do you make of it? What could be drawing them all together like that?" Bojiang called out and pointed at a crowd that was flocking together.
"Let's finish the tea first and then go and check it out." Guowei said.
