Noble Husband At the Door (Antonio) novel Chapter 866

Samuel knocked on the door very carefully. With a creak, the door was opened. Obviously, it was not locked.

In front of Samuel, it was a scene of a bridge flowing with water. The shabby tea house had a different world, which was beyond Samuel's expectation.

The inner court was not big, but the scenery was pleasant. Two people sat under a cool shed. One of them was Liu Da, while the other was a hunchbacked old man. He was probably the owner of the tea house Manfred had mentioned.

When Samuel saw them, they also noticed him.

Liu Da frowned at once, while the old man greeted Samuel with a gentle smile, "You are a guest. Since you are here, come in and have a seat."

Samuel did the same. He went straight to the bottom o f the cool shed.

A simple set of teaware showed the traces of time, and the cup was full of tea stains. All of these had been accumulated over the years.

The tea in the old man's cup was thicker, but the tea i n Liu Da's cup was thinner. This was the most obvious comparison of time. The time he spent in this tea house should not be long.

At this time, the old man handed Samuel a tea cup. It was not brand new, but made of a thick layer of tea.

This action caused Liu Da's eyebrows to furrow even more. This was because when he first came to this tea house, the old man had given him a brand new cup. But why was this young man a cup filled with history?

Samuel also felt a little strange. Although he was not proficient in this, he knew that this kind of cup had its own special characteristics, especially those who loved drinking tea. They would not clean their own cups and deliberately left tea smudge. Even if they made a cup of water, there would be tea flavor. Such cups were more important to them than anything else.

"Sir, what are you...?" Samuel asked, puzzled.

The old man smiled and did not explain. Instead, he poured a cup of tea for Samuel and said, "Try it out."

The old man picked up the teapot again and took out a glass. After pouring it, it was indeed boiled water.

"The bitter part is the cup. I thought you would like the taste," the old man said.

Samuel was stunned. It was really boiled water. That was to say; the bitterness he felt was all transmitted from the teacup, which made him unable to imagine what kind of tea the owner had drunk before. The tea's teacup's taste alone made him doubt his life.

At this time, the old man suddenly stood up, picked up the teacup Samuel had just used, and said to the two o f them, "You can talk. I'm going back to rest for a while."

The hunchbacked old man walked slowly. After returning to the room, he suddenly straightened his back, looked at the cup in his hand with a smile, and said to himself, "Old brother, he doesn't like this taste.

I have been waiting here for ten years to see how capable he is. Unfortunately, until now, I haven't seen anything."