Meng Changhe was full of questions, but with Han Weiting present, he felt it wasn't appropriate to come forward and ask.
He could only patiently hold his tea, attending to the situation.
And truly, the tea from Han Weiting was exceptional: smooth as silk upon entrance, with an aroma that revitalized the spirit and cleared the mind.
"Excellent tea, excellent tea, this tea is truly good," Zhang Xiaobei tasted it and kept praising.
"Since Brother Zhang likes this tea so much, I will bring some for you when you leave," Han Weiting filled their cups again with an air of politeness.
Zhang Xiaobei smiled, "How could I accept that?"
"What's there to feel shy about? We are all family here, and it's common to exchange gifts. Besides, Brother Zhang, you are honest and returned lost property, just based on that, what's a little tea?"