"This is authentic Huangshan Maofeng Tea." Mr. Chen pushed up his glasses and remarked with some surprise upon seeing the tea caddy.
"The Maofeng?"
"Yes, it's one of the most famous teas in all of Huaxia." Mr. Chen's interest was piqued. He twisted open the caddy, removed the outer packaging to look inside, and took a light sniff. "That's right, a fine tea from the new season. Covered in white down, with bud tips as sharp as an awn. The leaves are slightly curled, like a sparrow's tongue, with exposed silver hairs as its unique trademark. During the Guangxu Period, it was a tribute tea, unavailable to the common person."
"It's that special? You know so much, sir." Jiangg Yao looked puzzled for a moment before offering a sincere compliment. "I don't know much about tea. I just think it tastes very fragrant, and I usually only try a bit when my sister brews it."
"I only know a thing or two."
