Qin Ling personally poured each of the brothers a cup, his expression beaming with excitement: "Brother Ye, little Wenyi, today you're in for a treat. My master's special tea, absolutely unique, give it a try." He gestured for them to drink, adding: "I guarantee once you try, you'll never forget it."
"Really? Then I'll try it right away." The young man smiled gently, raising his cup. As the fragrant tea touched his throat, his Mou Hua slightly halted, indeed, it was no Mortal Grade. An array of flavors seemed to flood his heart, and this was just a sip of fragrant tea. "Tea is like life, and life, it seems, is like this cup of tea, fooled."
The young man shook his head with a bitter smile.
Qin Ling smiled knowingly, as if he understood the young man's sigh. Indeed, it was a trick, and Qin Ling had long fallen for it. After tasting a sip of Mo Liancheng's, any other tea would inevitably pale in comparison, turning even the best into mere vulgarities.
