Zhang Ronghua took out some spiritual tea, Bitter Bodhi Tea, and brewed a pot. He poured two cups and handed one cup over. Zhang Ronghua made an inviting gesture."Try it!"
"Yes." Zhang Qin replied.
He held the teacup and pressed the lid twice. The rich fragrance of tea entered his nose. He closed his eyes and looked intoxicated. When he opened his eyes again, he took a sip. It was very bitter! She felt that something was wrong. Was it fake? It was so fragrant, why was it so bitter? Just as he was about to spit out the tea and endure its bitterness, a rich fragrance assaulted him. It was as if he was experiencing the various states of life, making him infatuated. His old face relaxed, like a sunflower bathing in the warm sunlight.
Other than that, there was also a special feeling that was hard to explain and unclear. There was a voice telling him that as long as he entered that state, he would obtain a huge fortune, but it was blocked by a layer of fog.
