"This tea cake is quite interesting..."
The little fox poked its head out, circling around the palm that Ah Qing extended, conducting a curious investigation.
A tea cake with a diameter of about two centimeters, very delicately packaged, clearly targeted at the consumer market.
Puer tea is quite nice, but if there's one downside, it's probably that before drinking tea, you need to use a tea pick to pry open the tea cake. And the tea pick, whether used by novices or veterans, has a certain probability of causing the "blood tribute" incident, the evil tea tool.
The juvenile tea cake in Ah Qing's hand weighs exactly eight grams, which is the standard amount for one brew.
"Hehe..."
Listening to the little fox's words of praise, Ah Qing couldn't help but reveal a trace of pride on her cheeks and said:
"Right, right! I found it really cute, so I bought twenty tubes to bring back as local specialty gifts for my classmates at school."
