Mother Jiang’s robust violence undulated when she saw the broken cup on the floor, as if there she could really see the difference between it and what their family bought.

  “Pfft——” one of the staff beside them couldn’t hold back their laughter.

  “Madam Jiang, the Zi Sha cups you buy are low quality goods made from Duan soil from raw mines, different from this one made of Zi soil. Let me put it this way, this Zi Sha cup of ours was hand-picked by our manager. The teacup’s airflow is unimpeded and has good ventilation, meaning it would be able to bring out the aroma of the tea. What’s more, even if you don’t use it to drink tea, just keeping it for collection purposes is also viable,” the server explained.

  Of course, these words were all taught by Chu Rong.

  Zi Sha was the most compatible with some teas, so the shop held a few of all kinds of cups to be used with the different kinds of tea leaves.

  Mother Jiang choked in anger.

  She was a businesswoman, plus she’d been in the tea industry for so many years, so of course the first thing she would prioritise would be the profits. Who would buy such expensive things just for display? If someone accidentally knocked into it, wouldn’t her heart start to ache?

  “This can’t be blamed on me, how would I know that this would be so expensive?” It was as if there were a few more wrinkles that showed on Mother Jiang’s face.

  “You didn’t know?” the server laughed, “The moment you stepped into our store, you ordered some of the most expensive teas we have. We presented you glass cups but you refused, insisting on wanting to use Zi Sha and even asked for the best one. You can’t be trying to act stupid now, can you?”


  Mother Jiang turned her head away. She was only trying to provoke them on purpose, who knew the staff would be so obedient and actually took out such a good thing! (Kyo: excuse me? What are the staff supposed to do then?? refuse???)

  The people present were all ones who liked peace and quiet while Jing Yun Zhao also did not want to stir up any unhappiness among them, so she got the employees to clean up the stains on the floor first.

  “With so many people around to act as witnesses, I advise Madam Jiang to think it through. Today, you either pay up, or we’ll report this to the police. The one who would lose face when things become blown up will be your Jiang family’s tea house, not our Yu Ling Tea Pavilion,” followed Chu Rong.

  Mother Jiang’s expression was stretched taut without a single hint of what she was feeling, as if she had been solidified. (Kyo: I just got dongli, forgive my puns)

  “Pay! I’ll pay!” The veins in her forehead were all exposed from her anger.

  Stepping on her high heeled shoes, she walked step by step towards the register and fished out her wallet. The teacup and tea totalled up to more than 4,000 yuan. Jing Yun Zhao very ‘kind-heartedly’ deducted the odd amounts, so she only had to pay a whole amount of 4,000 yuan instead.

  The money for a meal of tea……

  Mother Jiang practically wanted to vomit to death.

  “How did you know to give them the best tea set? It can’t be that you can see the future?” Chu Rong had an expression of surprise and curiosity.

  Actually, when Mother Jiang had brought up wanting the best tea set, what the server originally brought to her was regular Zi Sha, but Jing Yun Zhao stopped her once she saw it and dug out for one with a better quality.

  “I just think that this mother and son pair definitely won’t have good intentions in coming here. By bringing to them a better quality item, if they broke it, we can still use the opportunity to advertise ourselves,” Jing Yun Zhao smiled.1

  Chu Rong’s lips twitched. Wasn’t that how things played out in the end? Their staff held grudges and their words were also poisonous, calling First Tea House’s tea equipment low grade goods; everyone heard it.

  Tea was a kind of luxury, while tea equipment was also crucial. Now that the situation was like this, in at least a portion of people’s eyes, it didn’t matter whether it was tea leaves or equipment, Yu Ling Tea Pavillion’s attitude towards them were of the utmost care. She believed that some customers would return just to try how tea would taste when brewed in this high quality Zi Sha cup.

  Even though it was broken and they needed to be compensated, this was a tea house; a peaceful and refined place like this wasn’t a place to start fights or brawls. If it wasn’t on purpose, that teacup wouldn’t have been broken in the first place.

  Moreover, below their feet was wooden flooring layered with a carpet. If a teacup was to fall naturally, it wouldn’t even ring. It would never be like Mother Jiang’s case where an edge was chipped.