He called me over, like one would call a well-behaved cat.
I obediently walked over, sat across from Victor, and quietly watched him brew and appreciate the tea.
Perhaps my obedience seemed to improve Victor's mood, and he rewarded me with a cup of tea.
It was my first time drinking tea in such a formal setting.
If I had to describe the feeling...
I suppose it was just bitter.
I'm just an ordinary person, lacking refined tastes or a sophisticated mindset, unable to appreciate the fragrance of tea, only finding it unpleasant to drink.
The aroma was nice, but it tasted awful.
I prefer bubble tea, the kind with full sugar.
Later, I heard that Victor's tea leaves were so rare that even money couldn't easily buy them, yet I thought a two-dollar milk tea was better.
But naturally, I co
