Returned to the Hotel.
Lin Jiaxue was promptly dragged off by Zhan Xi for a foot bath.
The men, however, didn't follow and instead took to the tea room for tea drinking and chatting.
"Is this the tea you usually drink?"
After taking a sip of Tang Qing's home-brought tea leaves, Bao Kaiyu looked up dumbfoundedly at him. He could never forget that familiar taste as just last month he had the good fortune to brew a cup himself when his old man had been drinking it at home—the memory was still fresh.
Dahongpao.
Special supply tea.
Those are far inferior.
Regrettably, the old man cherished his tea leaves to an extreme. Share? Having one cup for yourself was enough; dreaming of sharing? Wishful thinking. At this moment, Bao Kaiyu's brain short-circuited a bit, as despite his best efforts, he couldn't find out where this tea came from.
"Not bad," Tang Qing said modestly.
Honestly, if it weren't for Chai Ren's visit, he wouldn't have casually brought it out to serve others.
