# Chp 159: Murder is ok?
We all enjoyed the serene sight as we sat.
Soon enough, Chandan and one of the waiters returned to our seat with a tray in their hand. They all placed a porcelain cup in front of us filled with a creamish brown beverage that I recognized well enough.
"It's tea, sir. Chai, made with leaves and milk. A speciality of Ebon,"
Chai tea, it was a nostalgic sight.
With a smile, I picked up the cup and brought it to my lips, gently taking in a small sip. The aroma of the chai spread through my mouth, washing over every corner of it. Then, the hot beverage like a flowing stream coursed through my tongue and drowned into my neck, filling it with great taste.
Truly, this was truly a delicacy. A delicate delicacy that not many without a distinguished discernment were able to debauch in the delight of.
Too many words.
It was good.