Inside the museum. The curator brought out his valuable tea, carefully lit the alcohol burner, then brew the tea in a little pot. The fragrance smelled refreshing.
“The current trend in Europe is to put sugar and milk in the tea. I have received several travelers from the east who brewed this kind of plain tea for me and it tasted delicious. This is the true taste of tea. The east is just as mysterious as you. Zheng, can you tell me where did you learn of the Scorpion King’s treasure? I don’t believe the Medjais leaked anything. Is it the descendants of Imhotep’s monks?” The curator took a sip then asked Zheng with a smile.
Zheng also took a sip. To be honest, it had been a long time since he last had the chance to sit down and drink tea so leisurely. This was authentic West Lake Dragon Well, one of the best tea. The taste of home made him sipped a few more.
