Watching the tea artist's flowing movements was like watching a beautiful painting unfold, and I couldn't find any faults with the technique at least. The Osmanthus Green Tea was prepared quickly, and the tea artist lifted her porcelain-like hand to present the tea before my face, her delicate face adorned with a mild, warm smile.
I took the cup and instinctively smelled it before sipping; the pairing of osmanthus and green tea eased the excessively fragrant aroma of the osmanthus, and it even had a hint of elegance.
As I brought the cup to my lips and took a sip, my brow furrowed. Seeing the change in my expression, the tea artist's soft voice chimed in, "May I ask, sir, where have I gone wrong?"
