Old Sir Xie pondered for a long while before allowing someone to invite Zhan Hanjue in.
"Why does Mr. Zhan suddenly have time to pay me a visit? Are you here to have tea with this old man?" Old Sir Xie asked with a smile.
Zhan Hanjue slightly curled his lips and signaled someone to present a gift.
There's a saying, one does not strike a smiling face, and since he brought a gift, he wasn't afraid of Old Sir Xie kicking him out.
Sure enough, upon seeing the early spring tea gifted by Zhan Hanjue, Old Sir Xie's eyes squinted with a smile.
"This early spring tea from Jiangcheng is famous. I heard that this year's yield was poor, only about a dozen pounds. With such generosity, sending me so much, aren't you distressed?"
"Tea should be given to someone who appreciates it, and you, sir, are a tea connoisseur. This precious early spring tea should naturally be given to you to taste, so its value isn't wasted."
