Although Father Lin wasn't obsessed with tea, he had some understanding of its taste.
With that sip of tea, Father Lin immediately realized something was wrong. This tea didn't seem to be the one he bought yesterday!
Considering the subtle differences in the tea he noticed while preparing it this morning, Father Lin's suspicion deepened. Yet he had one doubt—could it be because the tea had gotten cold?
Thinking this, Father Lin got up, walked to the sink, poured out the morning's brewed tea, turned around, and under everyone's astonished gaze, grabbed a handful of tea leaves from the barrel in front of Boss Zhuang and tossed them into his teacup.
This scene made Boss Zhuang wince involuntarily. Never mind anything else, with such good tea leaves, you actually brew them in a big cup to drink?? Isn't this a waste of treasure!
He wanted to stop him but opened his mouth yet said nothing—after all, the tea leaves belonged to them. However they chose to drink it was their business.
