"Ah Qing... The tea soup is all cloudy, is it really necessary for us to drink it? As for me, with An's industry experience, tea soup this turbid can only result from issues during sun-drying, or perhaps the tea exploded during frying."
"Exactly! You can't produce such an old stock without blowing up two stoves."
Facing the spoon Ah Qing handed over, Ansheng opened his mouth and started criticizing without hesitation.
Of course, even though Ansheng was insulting it, he understood why this tea could turn out so poorly.
Anyone who spends a fortune contracting tea fields must be either an industry veteran or an experienced tea aficionado. Even if they don't understand chemical formulas and principles related to tea making, or the various microorganisms, plants, and geography...
They surely know the simplest thing, which is how to taste and distinguish the quality of a tea.
Since they know, why does it turn out so bad?
