Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife novel Chapter 804

Sheffield wore a sky blue casual shirt today, and the smile on his face was still that rakish smirk he always wore, a grin that hinted at danger. And he looked none the worse for Evelyn's harsh words, as if nothing happened yesterday. He was still so happy when he saw her.

His generosity embarrassed Evelyn. She nodded slightly and apologized, "I'm sorry."

"For what?" he asked in confusion.

"About yesterday..." she explained uncomfortably. "I had no clue the old woman's backpack was filled with dangerous goods."

"I've dealt with her kind before. Don't worry. Just be careful from now on. I have to go! See ya later!"

Before Evelyn could respond, Sheffield had already returned to his buddies.

Evelyn was a little disappointed when she saw him with his colleagues; talking, laughing, clapping each other on the back.

She shook it off and walked into the tea plantation with a wicker basket.

The plantation was located on a mountain. Evelyn's new sneakers were soon stained with clay, dirt, and who knew what else.

She took out a wet tissue and tried to clean them. A futile gesture, as after two minutes, they were muddy once more. At last, she gave up and decided to clean them after getting back to the guesthouse.

At the top of the mountain, a female tea leaf picker waited for her. She took her to a high-class tea plantation and taught her to pick the tender sprouts. The process involved finding the young and juicy leaves with a portion of the stem and a bud at the end. Then when she found that, she carefully picked it and placed it in her basket.

Evelyn really enjoyed this. It was relaxing, Zen-like. She stayed on the hilltop a while longer, her mood much improved.

Soon enough, her basket was half full. A familiar voice suddenly said behind her, "Hey! Need a break?"

It was Sheffield.

She didn't know how long he had been standing there. When she turned around, he was smiling at her, a green tea leaf in his mouth.

Evelyn cast a glance at her basket of leaves and answered in a soft voice, "Not yet."

He walked up to her and looked at all the tea leaves she had picked. "Mind if I join you?"

"Do you know how to pick tea leaves?" Actually, she was having problems when she started. She had just begun to get the hang of it.

"Piece of cake!" It seemed he knew everything, and he didn't brag. It turned out that he was better at it than she was.

"Fun fact: ever heard of lip tea?" he asked.

"Lip tea?" The name sounded strange. "No," she answered honestly.

"According to folklore and historical records, the lip tea was a tribute to the Royal Court. It was collected by teenage girls and stored in a wicker funnel. The young girls picked the tea leaves using their mouths, and warmed them with their body heat. So the pickers were also the brewers. Generally speaking, they were all girls."

Evelyn cast a sidelong glance at the serious expression on his face and asked, "So?"

"I just thought of this story all of a sudden and wanted to tell you." He looked into her eyes and smiled at her mischievously. "How about I pick some tea leaves with my mouth so that you can collect them?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes at him. "Cut it out."

Sheffield drew closer to her. "Okay, fine. How about you pick some for me like that? I swear I'll be the only one drinking it."

Evelyn popped a handful of tender tea sprouts in his mouth while he was talking, and ordered, "Shut up!"