"Let's try it."
Zhou Ang smiled and stood up, ignoring the slightly strange looks from his colleagues. He and Gao Jing went to the second hall at the back, where there was a small flower hall, where Gao Jing usually sat.
Servants quickly brought hot water, and Gao Jing personally took the tea leaves and brewed tea for the two of them.
It seemed to be pan-fried tea leaves. Zhou Ang had drunk different grades of this type of tea in several places before, but he had never tasted black tea before. There was no trace of black tea in his past memories; he felt that the technology for making black tea hadn't yet been developed.
The hot water was poured in, and the aroma of the tea quickly wafted out.
To be fair, the tea Gao Jing had here was probably the best tea he had tasted si
