"Is there anyone who drinks tea like you?" Han Feifei said kindly: "Drinking tea should be divided into three times. First taste, second taste, and third aftertaste. Only in this way can you taste the quality of the tea and appreciate the charm of the tea."
Hearing this, she almost wanted to dig a hole and bury herself. She didn't know whether to put the teacup in her hand down or return it to Han Murphy.
"It's okay, I'll make you another drink." Han Murphy's words and eyes today were so gentle and inhuman.
"The tea culture of the Chinese nation has a long history. Tasting tea is sometimes a way to savor life, and sometimes it is a way to cleanse the soul."
"Tea is not as strong as coffee, nor as sweet as hot chocolate, but it has a hint of splendor in its plainness, and its elegance is full of Zen."
"Here, try again."
Xiaoxiao took the tea cup and drank it in three portions very seriously.
"How is it? Is this tea good?" Han Murphy asked.
She curled her lips and tried to smile brightly: "Good tea."
Unexpectedly, as he finished speaking, Han Murphy smiled, as cheerfully as a child and as pure and beautiful as a lily.
After a long time, Han Feifei put away his smile, stood up and said, "Xiaoxiao, you are really a child who has not grown up. This tea is the cheapest and the worst kind on the market."
"You, you always only look at people's actions on the surface and don't know how to go deep. Who told you that the tea I, Han Feifei, buy must be the most expensive and the best?"
Facing Han Murphy's question, Xiaoxiao was speechless, and the smile just now froze on his face.
"Okay, it's already very late. Go back to your room and rest. Good night." Han Feifei seemed to have no interest in continuing the conversation with her and started to leave.
"Murphy." He stood up with a smile, stretched out his hands to hug Han Murphy tightly from behind, and said, "Are you angry with me? I know I'm wrong. I shouldn't come back so late. But you went to Hong Kong early in the morning.
I thought you would spend the night there. Don’t worry, there won’t be a next time, no.”
Han Murphy pulled her hand away forcefully, turned around, and said politely: "Xiaoxiao, it's very late, go to bed early."
"Murphy, let's go back to the room together." Xiaoxiao took the initiative to grab Han Murphy's hand and showed her kindness. She vaguely felt that this time Han Murphy was really angry.
Hearing this, Han Feifei's eyes lit up, the corners of his handsome face slightly raised, and a smile that turned all living beings upside down flew to his lips: "No, I have to catch a flight early tomorrow morning. Tonight