She set down the quilt in her hands, and within the Bai Yuzhi teacup, the greenish tea still had some tea dregs floating. After placing the teapot down, that person announced their departure and left with their tools.
Although Dasiy had not seen the performance just now, her understanding of tea tasting stemmed from her mother, who was Chinese, so she did not gulp down the tea in one go like some foreigners encountering tea for the first time.
"Indeed, it tastes good," she remarked as she set down her teacup, noting how tea's status in her heart was quickly surpassing her daily cup of coffee.
Ken set down his cup and nodded in agreement. After glancing at Zhuo Xiang Qiao, he decided to snatch some quality tea leaves from Zhuo Xiang Qiao before leaving.
