Everyone Talks Reason

Zhong Qing saw Liu Chang'an emerge from the study and sit down on the sofa in the viewing corridor, watching Zhou Dongdong and Shangguan Dandan play. She brought over a tea set and brewed a pot of local green tea for Liu Chang'an.

Quite a few middle-aged and elderly people did not care about famous teas. What they loved was that rough, rustic feeling of steeping local tea leaves in a huge enamel mug like they had when they were children.

The mugs were thick and oversized, inevitably chipped and missing paint or enamel. Inside were rings of brown tea stains that could never be fully scrubbed away. You would casually pinch some leaves from the tea tin and toss them in, without bothering to rinse the tea. Pour in boiling water, blow on it, and start drinking... There was a lot of oral cancer too.

Naturally, Zhong Qing did not have anything that filthy. Even the enamel mug she brought Liu Chang'an had been made in recent years, with the slogan "Working People Are the Most Glorious" printed on it.

This green tea truly was rather rough. Zhong Qing's grandmother had picked the leaves from several tea trees in her own countryside home, pan-fried them, casually rolled and sun-dried them, then baked them dry. She had given some to Zhong Qing.

Zhong Qing usually liked drinking this kind of tea and had never served it to Zhu Juntang. Yet when she saw Liu Chang'an, she felt it was quite suitable for entertaining him.

"It has character." Liu Chang'an took a sip and nodded.

It was not that the tea was especially good. Often, when judging something, its primary qualities were not the only thing that influenced one's impression. The tea tasted ordinary enough, but if it could stir up