it’s just such an intriguing story. And it makes me want to try tea!!
This story reminds me of my uncle who used to have one of those traditional brown clay tea sets in his room. He is a very silent and intense person so my brother and I were scared of him as children. But I remember how delicious the tea he brewed tasted and how peaceful it was to not hear screaming while drinking tea in his room with him.
ahh that sounds lovely! Enjoying tea in silence, sounds like a real peaceful time.
It was so peaceful. I still drink tea because of his influence. As a child, I was super proud of being able to drink tea without sugar or milk, the traditional Chinese way.
I never thought I could binge 50+ chapters of a story with virtually no conflict.