"Old senior, why are you visiting me?"
Xu Yang took the teapot from Wan Qian's hands and personally poured tea for the lord of Xi Xia Ghost Market.
The lord of the Ghost Market took the teacup, took a sip, and couldn't help but say, "Great tea! This should be Special Grade Pre-Ming Lion Peak Longjing from those eighteen ancient tea trees... The real thing is not so common on the market."
Most young people like Xu Yang didn't understand tea.
They couldn't tell if it was good or bad.
Adding more sugar to the tea every time was sufficient.
Xu Yang had never even heard of Special Grade Pre-Ming Lion Peak Longjing tea before.
The tea was given by Feng Zhaoqing.
Today was also Xu Yang's first time opening it.
Hearing the lord of the Ghost Market say it was delicious, Xu Yang laughed, "We young people don't understand tea. If senior likes it, I'll bring some back for you later."
