The three sat down, and a waiter immediately poured tea for them.
The teacups were of that Qinghua porcelain from Jingdezhen, thin and luminous, fragrant and beautifully colored, easily identifiable as brewed from the leaves of ancient tea trees.
Chu Feng had once got his hands on some of these tea leaves, and even now, Long Fei had not finished them, with a pound costing over a hundred thousand.
Long Fei had broadened his horizons, truly feeling that one doesn't know the scarcity of money until reaching Capital City.
A random restaurant in any alley managed to be this luxurious.
The wealthy here really began to pursue taste.
If this were in Binhai City, dining out meant going to those lavishly decorated restaurants.
Inviting someone to eat in such a small alley in Binhai city would be taken as an insult.
As the tea was finished, dishes were brought to the table one after another.
