The manager looked a bit annoyed and casually gestured to the female tea artist standing beside him. "All our guests who order premium oolong get served by experienced staff. This lady here? She’s one of our most trusted."
The tea artist blushed slightly – probably embarrassed by the praise.
But Amelia Johnson didn’t even glance at the manager. Her clear eyes just stayed fixed on the tea artist as she calmly pointed out a few mistakes in the brewing steps.
"That’s impossible," the manager cut in right away.
The tea artist froze, lowered her head guiltily, clearly not wanting to speak.
Amelia shot the manager a glance, clearly unimpressed. "Did you brew the tea?"
The manager snorted. "No, but I know every step in the process. You think I got this job for nothing?"
Ame
