"Shouldn't this question be directed at Mr. Wen Sr.?" Yang Yu laughed, "You prepared the tea yet you're asking me what it is, where's the sense in that?"
"Oh no no no." Mr. Wen Sr. shook his head repeatedly, "I always order this Biluochun Tea, but it has never tasted as good as it does today."
"That might be because the way the tea is brewed is wrong," Yang Yu said. "The same tea leaves, the type of water used, how hot the water is, how long it steeps, how many times it's steeped—all these factors matter."
Mr. Wen Sr. smiled wryly: "I was so engrossed in our discussion just now that I didn't even notice you making the tea. I never thought Brother Yang would be so skilled in tea art. I admire that, truly admire it!"
"Mr. Wen Sr., if you like it that much, drink some more; this whole pot is yours now," Yang Yu laughed. "I'm going back to handle the wood, farewell Mr. Wen Sr."
