The tea room was brightly lit, with silhouettes moving about.
Hoshimi Rinko nodded slightly to Fujiwara Reya, her gesture appearing elegant and poised, though in her heart she had already cursed him thoroughly.
"Rinko," Mrs. Hoshimi glanced at the tea set on the table, her gaze lingering on a pair of teacups, "use this pair of Karatsu ceramic bowls to prepare tea for Mr. Fujiwara."
Fujiwara Reya looked at the pair of Karatsu ceramic bowls.
The black Oribe tea bowl had a design of budding leaves drawn with black glaze on its white-glazed front, exuding a rustic charm.
"Oh~"
Hoshimi Rinko responded softly.
Her fair and delicate hand reached out, holding a bamboo whisk and stirred in the cylindrical small tea bowl, as if cleaning it.
"It's an excellent tea bowl," Fujiwara Reya sat down next to her, looking at her delicate hand, "its texture is robust, prestigious, crafted by a master?"
"Mr. Fujiwara also knows the tea ceremony?" Mrs. Hoshimi asked curiously.
