"Is that so? The tea from your father, Huo, it's not easy to come by. We must taste it."
Shen Qingluan smiled. Having grown up in Yun City, she naturally knew what kind of person Huo Jinghua was.
The tea he collected must be exceptional.
Hearing this, Madame Zhao picked up the teacup and sipped it delicately. The aromatic fragrance filled her mouth, sweet and rich, leaving a lingering sweetness on her lips.
"Indeed, it's excellent." Madame Zhao elegantly put down the teacup. She was quite fond of black tea and had a good understanding of it.
The black tea they were drinking today was Zhengshan Xiao Zhong, the progenitor of all Chinese black teas.
It had to be said, Xinglan's father Huo was generous. He'd given such good tea leaves to Xinglan.
"This is Zhengshan Xiao Zhong, isn't it?" Shen Qingluan looked at Shen Xinglan and asked. She rarely ever drank tea; she only occasionally had black tea with her mother-in-law and, as a result, had a bit of knowledge about it.
