Everyday, a young man would visit your tea shop. He’s practically a regular customer at this point. He comes in the afternoon, ready to taste the tea you’ve made. . . and only yours.

You’ve heard your coworkers rant on and on about how he didn’t even touch the tea they’ve served him. It’s honestly quite amusing.

He claims you do it best.

Zhongli sat down at his table near the window, glancing over the menu for his choice of tea for the evening.