Mr. Zhao accepted the honey, and he didn't hesitate to accept the chrysanthemum tea either.
The housekeeper made him a cup of honey chrysanthemum tea, filling the entire living room with a floral fragrance.
Smelling the sweet aroma and the fragrance of flowers, Mr. Zhao felt as if he were a drunkard, intoxicated.
Housekeeper Zhao had the same expression, serving a cup of chrysanthemum tea to the old master and then pouring one for himself.
Housekeeper Ye, who had never tasted such tea, unreservedly poured himself a cup as well.
After Mr. Zhao took a sip of the fragrant and richly flavored chrysanthemum tea and savored it carefully, he immediately finished the whole cup.
Then, clutching the jar of honey in his arms, he let Housekeeper Zhao carry the bags of chrysanthemum, his expression one of fear that someone else might snatch them, eager to return quickly to his own territory.
