Tea Stories Novels & Stories

Nothing could ever make me give up bacon for a salad, no matter how much my life depended on it. “I decide who becomes one of us,” Tricia said through gritted teeth. She turned to me. “You can make a list of foods you like to eat from Mondays through Fridays and we’ll forward it to them so they’ll always get your food along with ours everyday.” “Okay,” I choked out, just so that I wouldn’t be viewed as ungrateful. “You may all leave now. You’re in my view,” Roxanne said, shooing the people who had just got their food away. They left.

“It will be nice to have something useful to do for a change. I would talk to Hades and see if he could free up some funds for benevolence.” The kettle began to whistle, and Tania stood up to turn off the gas and fill two mugs with hot water. She put a basket of assorted tea bags on the table and went to check on her muffins in the oven. I dig through the assorted flavors looking for herbal tea, since I read somewhere that caffeine wasn't good for babies. I found a hibiscus tea bag and unwrapped it, plopping it into the steaming mug, and watching it diffuse and turn the water a deep shade of red.

Beta Linda took a sip and was immediately surprised, "Oh? This tea is amazing!" Felicia also took a sip and agreed, "Mmm, the color of the tea is beautiful, and the taste lingers. It's truly a top-grade tea." She then looked at Sofia and praised her, "You truly excel in everything at the head of the household. I have never tasted such fragrant tea before!"

She smirked, "So you did, then?" I stayed quiet and just slowly sipped my tea. When I tasted my tea, it had a terrible taste to it, "Tasha, what kind of tea is this?" She looked at me, confused, "It's our usual tea. Green tea mixed with some strawberry." "It has a terrible taste to it. Doesn't taste like I remember." "Maybe it just needs some sugar." "With a taste like this, I may as well just eat the sugar." "Let me try mine. Maybe the maid brewed it wrong."

In India tea is like red bull, a strong energy drink that all have first thing in the morning as a kick starter. “Is Sonia in the bathroom?” he asked as he did not find her around “Nope, she left with Manoj, oh, that’s your stuff by the way,” she pointed towards his bags, “Manoj dropped them and Sonia left with him,” she continued making the breakfast. Tazz took a sip from the tea and a familiar wave washed all over his senses as he was transported back to the time they lived together for sometime, they were such happy days.

I could only help but lampooned inwardly. With the help of Rita, I choose the one dress with a lotus design along the sleeves. She helps me with my dress, accessories, footwear, hat, light makeup, and hairstyle. Because this is a tea party, the highlight would be the teas. As far as I know we have three types of teas, the black tea, white tea, and green tea. I just found out that there are different types, the white and green teas are served on its own and not drunk with any lemon, sugar, honey, or milk. In other words, they are either tasteless, or bitter.

"Madam, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be preparing for your trip?" Aileen asked, following the queen while holding a basket of tencha, a green leaf that has not been powderized yet. "I'm making tea for the king," she replied. "Good morning, Queen Schereziel." "Morning. Can someone powderize these leaves? I want to make tea for the king using those leaves." "I'm afraid to inform you, but his excellency hates green tea," says one of the cooks.

I dropped the glass cup on the table, and looked at her. "What's the name of the tea? And why have you been serving me with it for the past few weeks?"I asked, and she smiled at me even though it doesn't look genuine. I couldn't help but ask her because the tea tasted so sweet and delicious. And I haven't tasted it from any maid apart from her. It somehow made me suspicious. I can't think further because my head is aching. "I wonder why you're asking but it's a kimono tea leaf. And it strengthens and nourishes the body. And I think that's what you want,"she said, and I nodded my head gently.

"It takes practice, but you're doing well." As they continued, the kitchen was focused in the activity. The tarts were placed in the oven to bake, filling the room with a delicious aroma. While waiting for the tarts, Isabel turned to the tea. She selected the finest leaves, brewing them to perfection. "Tea should be brewed at the right temperature," she explained. "Too hot, and it becomes bitter, too cool, and it won't release its full flavor." Henri watched closely, impressed by Isabel's meticulous attention to detail. "Isabel, you have quite a talent," he remarked, genuinely impressed. "No wonder the king prefers your creations."