1418. The Key
"Don't scare our guests. Everyone, disperse!"
A voice rang out, making the animal rights activists who had gathered again pause in their tracks.
"Mr. Wells, these guys are awful. They keep provoking us, and now they've even come here!"
"He filmed James. He's definitely going to take it out of context. We have to confiscate their phones."
"He even tried to scare us with a fake grenade. They need to pay for that."
"That's right! We can't let them get away with it!"
After taking one setback after another, the animal rights activists weren't willing to back down. They were still furious.
"Enough. I understand. Leave this to me!"
A Black man walked over and waved them away. He seemed to be the leader of the Animal Protection Organization, and the others dispersed reluctantly.
Some of them looked back and glared fiercely at Li Bai. That bastard had not only filmed James but had also planted a grenade on them.
The man came over to Ye Tong, Li Bai, and the others, sizing them up before saying in a Western-style pleasantry, "There's a saying in China: meeting is fate. Would you care to have some tea? I have some refreshments, too."
It wasn't a good time of day for drinking alcohol, but it was a suitable time for tea—and afternoon tea was a British custom.
People in Europe and America generally drank coffee in the morning, black tea in the afternoon, and alcohol in the evening. If they worked late, they tended to reach for coffee again.
China had a wider variety of drinks: cooling herbal tea, medicinal tea, flower tea, green tea, dark tea, black tea, white tea... There were hundreds, even thousands, of kinds of tea leaves alone, and countless more varieties if you broke