Miguel Abbott's hand, which had been about to bring the teacup to his lips, froze awkwardly mid-air.
Having paid such a high price, he wanted to taste what it was really like. Although he knew a bit about tea culture, the tea Miguel Abbott normally drank was nowhere near this luxurious. Self-made and thrifty, he was careful with money, even though his daughter was quite wasteful.
Footwash water—is it drinkable or not?
This dilemma troubled Miguel Abbott, but in the end, he decided to put the teacup back.
"Mr. Reed must be joking... this is so expensive..."
"It really was for soaking feet, but later I felt it wasn't very good, so I switched to something else."
Julius Reed glanced at the tea leaves on the table and spoke, "But I haven't used this for soaking my feet in many years. I'll take it to my room tonight and give it a try!"
"Agreed!"
Although it pained Miguel Abbott to agree, he nodded his head in acceptance.
