At eight o'clock the next morning, Huang Ping was already waiting outside the studio.
When Fang Cheng arrived and opened the door, Huang Ping couldn't wait to come in, turn on the computer, take his seat in one go, and meanwhile brewed some tea before he started his work for the day.
The day before, Huang Ping had just started his job and received a reward of forty thousand yuan, instantly relieving his financial pressure.
But what was even more surprising was the tea and essential oils from yesterday.
The tea leaves looked a bit like dried chives, but a small amount brewed in hot water emanated a fragrant aroma. A small pinch was enough for a large pot of tea, and you could add water four or five times before the tea flavor began to fade.
The taste of the tea was refreshing. After drinking it for a while, a delicate sweetness lingered in the mouth, and his mind became exceptionally sharp. Even Huang Ping, who was not fond of tea, grew to like it.
