It was still raining. The ambiance felt harmonious.
After dinner, they went to Wang Yao's clinic to have some tea.
"The tea is delicious!" Jia Zizai sighed.
"This tea is from Nanshan Hill. If you like it, you can take some back with you." Wang Yao took out a packet of tea without any packaging. Inside the packet was tea that had been dried and stir-fried by someone else. Although it did not have any exquisite packaging, the quality of the tea within it exceeded 99% of the tea that could be found on the market.
"Thank you, Sir." Jia Zizai was not shy about it and took the tea from Wang Yao.
He thought to himself, This is a good start!
The afternoon passed quietly amidst leisurely chats. The sky quietly darkened.
"Do you have some time this evening?" Jia Zizai asked.
"Well, yes, what's the matter?" Wang Yao replied.
"I'd like to invite you to have dinner at our house," Jia Zizai said.
