Cheng Zhu nodded.
After taking a sip, he said, "Good tea."
Just as he finished speaking, Shen Minglang's voice came from the side: "Cousin! Tell me! What's good about it?"
He had just come out of the kitchen, running over in slippers.
"The color is bright, the leaves are tidy, it tastes refreshing at first, but the aftertaste is long and strong, rich in flavor but not bitter, with a strong astringency," Cheng Zhu said.
"Hmm? You really know your stuff?" Shen Minglang was speechless.
"I don't know, I just pieced together random things to say," Cheng Zhu replied.
Shen Guoqiang glanced up at his lively son and said sternly, "Sit."
Shen Minglang immediately sat down obediently.
The middle-aged, proud father refilled Cheng Zhu's cup and said while pouring, "You must be busy lately?"
"Yes, summer break is here, summer is the best time for the milk tea business, also the busiest," Cheng Zhu replied.
