Say Tea And Smile Novels & Stories

Ath's face scrunched up at the first taste, but then he grinned, clearly enjoying the new flavor. Ath kept reaching for the spoon, making small, determined noises. Shayan laughed softly and held the spoon just out of reach, guiding it to Ath's mouth. Each time Ath took a sip, he wiggled with delight, his eyes sparkling as if he had discovered a new treasure. Shayan, focused on keeping the tea safe from spills and ensuring Ath didn't burn himself, carefully navigated the process.

Ryan's arm poised to escape, freezes mid-motion at the sound of his superior's voice, "Yes, Sir?" Ethan avoids direct eye contact, shifting from his place, tripping in his delivery, "Um…well… Can you er… make me the rose tea again today?" A genuine smile lights up on Ryan's face, collecting a moment of unguarded joy. - Swirling fragrant smoke evaporates from rose tea, intermingling with the air-con present in Ethan's conference hall.

He undoubtedly would win the competition, but he left everyone stun when he remained mute. “You know I just love nature and there's nothing more calming than a Japanese tea to soothe the mind before a war breaks out,” he smirked, and a lady dressed in her traditional attire stepped in with a jar. She sat on her legs as she poured the warm tea in our cups. I could smell the delicate flavors of matcha tea.

I said with a smile. "Okay, next time, fine."

"Yes it is! You guessed right!" With a slight smile, Mikhail took a whiff of the tea. His eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in the somewhat sweet and spicy smell of the tea. He then took a sip and then another, before the whole cup was finished. He blinked in surprise as he sheepishly set his cup down.

“You look less murdery already.” I snorted. “Thanks?” She tossed me a granola bar from the little woven bag she’d brought. “Eat something. You’ve been pushing too hard lately. You’re gonna turn into one of those scary stoic wolves who forget how to smile.” “I do smile,” I said, unwrapping the snack and taking a bite. “You smirk,” she corrected, then leaned forward dramatically. “Now me? I sparkle. I bring joy.” “Sure you do.” She stuck her tongue out, then popped open a little metal thermos. “Also, I brought tea. Ginger, chamomile, honey. Mom’s recipe. I snuck it from the kitchen. We’re living dangerously today.”

she said, maintaining that cold stare while she had that faint, daunting smile. Ok, accepted. I was slightly, with a measure of a rice grain, scared when these ultimas were angry. Because their anger was never in their bloodshot eyes, it was in their smile. “What are you gonna do then? Play cards with me, drink tea and have a nice time?” I shrugged, crossing my hands over my chest, leisurely sitting on the ground folding my legs within that light rod cage. “Nice idea. Let’s have some tea.” She hadn’t blinked ever since she saw me. Ok, she was getting scary to the size of a sapling now. “What would you like to have? I like black tea. What tea is your favourite?”

"You don't get a vote. I came up with it. You're Pudding now." "I'm not—" "You smiled just now, for point-two-five seconds. That was you agreeing. The smile has already transferred the naming rights." He looked at her. She still had a fleck of caramelized sugar at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were far too bright, and she was leaning back in her chair holding a cup of cold tea with the posture of a victor. He wanted to argue, but his mouth couldn't assemble a single sentence sturdy enough to withstand that smile.

"You used to enjoy it when I overthought." He leaned back in his chair, one foot over the other. "That was before it got tiresome." He retorted. The words cut like a blow, but I smiled anyway, because that's what I do…smile, smooth things out, and pretend it didn’t sting. I lifted the teacup, my hand trembling slightly, and mimed a sip. The tea had lost its flavor after getting cold. "Have you given any thought to the color?" I tried again, my voice barely audible. "Maybe ivory and—"

"Hey, why should we argue with each other?" Then, he sat down in front of Samuel and said with a smile, "What you said makes sense. This tea tasting is not only tea tasting, but also people’s hearts. However, it doesn't matter if you don't like it. I have other tea. I believe that you can find the tea you like." After that, the middle-aged man smiled mysteriously and looked at the Smiling-face Demon. Seeing the Smiling-face Demon nod, he smiled and clapped his hands.