Who would have thought such a gentle woman could be so determined.
To approach her first, Tang Feng almost visited the tea house every day for the next few days.
Finally, one day, he caught Su Miaoying's attention.
She personally brought the tea over.
"Young master, what kind of tea do you like to drink?" The reason Su Miaoying came over to greet was very important—Tang Feng's aura.
Infinitely close to nature, to Su Miaoying, a descendant of the Tea Ancestor, this felt very familiar.
Tang Feng smiled slightly, "Any kind of tea will do; what counts is tasting the tea and calming the heart."
"That's true, but good tea does calm the heart more quickly."
"What good recommendations do you have, miss?"
"This pot is Jianshan King Tea, the top variety of our tea house. Please have a taste."
Tang Feng had never tried this kind of tea.
So he joked, "With such good tea, aren't you afraid I can't pay for it?"
