However, Mu Jinyu reminded himself that the main reason for buying the tea was for the invoice, not to drink the tea, and this thought alleviated some of his irritation.
Maintaining his principle of not wasting, Mu Jinyu still picked up the teacup and took a light sip.
"Wow, this is truly awful."
Mu Jinyu took one sip and didn't want to drink any more, the tea was simply the kind of trashy leaves that cost fifty cents for 50 grams, not even comparable to the ones he grew himself.
A few waiters playing with their phones and chatting aside looked over and sneered as they saw Mu Jinyu actually trying the tea, the disdain in their eyes growing even thicker.
Mu Jinyu didn't care how they viewed him; he set the teacup back on the table and walked straight toward the back of the tea house with the invoice in hand.
The waiters did not try to stop him.
