Oh, I see.
Ye Chen finally understood.
By now, the tea was ready, and Ye Chen filled the cup to the brim.
"Please have some tea, Senior."
"Don't call me Senior. Actually, I'm not much older than you. Just call me Brother Kun."
Brother Kun?
You've got to be at least in your forties, right? You're a whole cycle older than me. Do you rank higher the more shameless you are?
"Haha, you're really humble."
Ye Chen forced a smile.
Kun didn't mind Ye Chen's expression at all, he raised his cup and took a light sip.
"Hmm, good tea. It seems your Master has been acquiring fine things over the years. Isn't this Da Hong Pao from the grafted parent trees of Wuyi Mountain?"
"Senior... Brother Kun, you're truly an expert. You figured it out right away. This was bought by my Master from an old tea picker on Wuyi Mountain, extremely rare. Only for esteemed guests like you will it be taken out."
Ye Chen laughed it off.
