"Please."
Su Chen handed over the freshly poured cup of tea.
Zhang Yiming quickly accepted the cup with both hands. He took a small sip, a delicate tea fragrance filling his mouth.
"The tea here at the State Guesthouse is on another level. The aroma is so smooth and lasting. This is truly premium-grade tea!" He was a tea aficionado of sorts; otherwise, he wouldn't have flaunted his own collection the first time he met Su Chen.
"Haha! If you like it, President Zhang, you can take that canister with you when you leave," Su Chen said, gesturing with his chin toward the tea canister on the table.
"Ah, that's not very appropriate, is it?" To be honest, Zhang Yiming was tempted. This was, after all, top-tier tea from Building 7 of the State Guesthouse. Taking it back would allow him to bask in some reflected glory.
Su Chen smiled calmly. "It's no problem. I'll just have them send another canister over."
