The tea paste workshop was built amid the tea gardens outside the city. Including the master craftsmen and apprentices, there were fewer than thirty people in the entire workshop. Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, the scenery was beautiful. Various tea trees, flowers, and grasses were planted inside the workshop, and two local dogs were kept to guard the place. It looked pleasantly leisurely, with the sort of tranquil life where one rose at sunrise and rested at sunset.
Shen Huaiyu said with a gentle smile, "I especially like coming here to make tea paste. It lets me get away from all the noise and restlessness of the city. I pluck chrysanthemums beneath the eastern fence, leisurely gazing upon the southern mountains."
Luo Pu said with a smile, "I also built a glass tea room behind the workshop. It's filled with tea trees of all colors, and they're blooming right now. Whenever it snows and I have nothing to do, I like driving over to sit for a while. I'll brew a pot of fresh tea on a little red clay stove, then three or five close friends can gather around the fire, chatting and laughing as we watch the distant mountains draped in silver. That's one of life's greatest pleasures."
Upon hearing that, Shen Huaiyu felt it all the more deeply. The other master craftsmen nodded along as well.
Only Cheng Lang was a vulgar man. Just listening to Luo Pu's description made him want to sleep. He could not help grumbling inwardly, With conditions like these, why drink tea? Wouldn't some grilled meat be better?
Still, given the occasion, Cheng Lang clearly would not say anything to spoil the mood. The group followed the narrow path around to the tea room behind the workshop. The moment