White People
The solid alcohol burning in the little red-clay stove gave off plenty of heat, and the water in the purple-clay teapot came to a bubbling boil. It was poured into each tea bowl.
There was no need for fussy procedures like rinsing the tea leaves. They simply poured boiling water into the bowls, waited for the leaves to unfurl, and then slowly savored the tea.
The interpreter who had come with Luan Zhengwei chose black tea for the bigwigs from the various tribes.
Black tea appealed to a wider range of tastes. Add a spoonful or two of sugar or honey, and it was enough to make the tribal chiefs, Wizards, and Elders beam with delight.
Black people loved sweets, so once they started putting on weight, there was no stopping them. Even the most beautiful, captivating Black girl could end up looking downright tragic.
The Wizards from the eight small tribes were dressed in flamboyant outfits, with accessories covering them from head to toe. They looked so distinctive, as if their appearance could show off their powerful magic.
Li Bai, on the other hand, wore breathable, full-length linen pants and a camouflage T-shirt. A small purplish-red square hung from his belt. His simple outfit nevertheless carried an air of the extraordinary.
With a beaming smile, he patted the straw mat beneath him. Each time he raised a hand, a plate of delicate pastries appeared.
Before long, more than a dozen plates of tasty snacks had piled up on the mat.
Just like that, they had a leisurely afternoon tea. The wait for the other two tribes no longer felt dull.
Those two tricks, one after the other, worked wonders. The tribal chiefs, who had still been somewhat doubtful, immediately had no more reservations. Even the looks they