Tong Lei's office was entirely in the style of classical Chinese antiquity.
A few small blue and white porcelain vases adorned the office, simple yet elegantly understated.
On the large wooden desk lay tea ceremony utensils, the fresh fragrance of jasmine tea permeating the room, creating a delightful and refreshing sense of comfort for anyone entering.
"What tea would you like?" Tong Lei asked, sitting across from Wang Chen.
Wang Chen glanced down and saw over a dozen types of tea leaves displayed in a small wooden lattice nearby, ranging from the very common flower tea to the top-grade Maojian and Dahongpao.
Wang Chen enjoyed drinking tea, but his everyday favorite was still the common flower tea.
It wasn't that he couldn't appreciate other teas, but he always found green tea too bland and black tea too sweet.
Compared to those, flower tea was more satisfying to drink; he could taste the bitterness when the tea was strong and savor a touch of sweetness when it was weak.
