Scalp Tingling

"The annual yield of this mountaintop tea is limited. Even my father hesitates to drink it. But if I use it to treat you today, the old man won't mind."

"Never heard of it!"

Ryan sat down, took a sip, and smiled. "Don't laugh at me. I can't really appreciate tea."

"I get it. You're young. Your palate hasn't awakened yet!"

Yammir smiled eagerly. "You're all classmates, right? Then just ask her to get you something to drink."

There was a refrigerator at the reception stocked with all kinds of drinks, including beer.

Most of the brands inside weren't available in ordinary supermarkets, and there were plenty of genuine German imports.

"What would you like to drink?"

Tina asked gently.

At that moment, Yana grabbed a bottle of ice-cold cola, opened it, inserted a straw, and handed it to Ryan.