A brown teapot steamed, whistling until a fair hand swiftly lifted it and placed it in a pot of water to the side.
Three ladles of cool water were poured over the pot. It was lifted again, and the tea was quickly poured into cups.
The ball of tea leaves unfurled like a suddenly blooming flower, instantly releasing a delicate fragrance.
Kevin Whitlock took a deep breath and looked at Beta Morgan in amazement. "Beta, among the Morgan brothers, your tea-brewing skills are the best!"
Beta Morgan replied proudly, "I'm the one who makes tea for my boss three times a day."
Nearby, Benjamin Morgan pushed up his glasses, speechless. 'The one with the most free time has to know how to make tea. How else would he get by?'
Kevin Whitlock picked up his cup and took a light sip.
The temperature was just right—not too hot, not too cold.
It left a refreshing and invigorating sensation.
"What kind of tea is this? Why is it so good?"
"Kaelan Mountain Ice Tea, a specialty of Sunstone..."
