Tea Stories Novels & Stories

"What's up?" "I wanted to see what kind of tea you have," he replied calmly. Actually, he just wanted to be closer to her. "Oh, alright." She didn't suspect anything. She took out all the tea leaves she had and placed them in front of him. "I have Jasmine, Earl Grey, and Silver Needle. These are all new tea leaves, perks of our hotel. So, the quality is definitely good. You can choose whatever you want." Kevan wasn't particularly into tea; he loved coffee better and didn't know much about the different tea leaves. He picked one randomly and said, "This one."

As he passed by an alley, a teahouse in it caught Sebastian's attention. There was nothing particularly special about the teahouse itself. It was the owner, who was sitting at the door and sipping tea. He was pouring from a teapot, and the scent of the tea assailed Sebastian's nostrils. He went up in surprise and asked, "Sir, what kind of tea is this? Why is it so fragrant?" The owner of the teahouse said benevolently, "This is Cloudtop tea, and it's picked from the peak of Mt. Mist. It's good, isn't it?"

I asked her. "Yes, young mistress," she said politely. "I'll handle it. Then, you can serve it to him." I reached out for the container where the green tea was, which was Theodore's favorite tea. "Thank you, Young Mistress Kasumi. I shall tell the young master that you made this."

"Green is my favourite color as well." Oh, he wouldn't live this one down, would he? "Here," He said, passing her the green mug. "I'll take the pink instead. I didn't drink out of this, so don't worry." Her brows furrowed. "Okay..." She reached for the green mug and held it between her hands. It was warm, and kinda smelled nice. "What's this?" "It's Masala Chai tea. A combination of black pepper, ginger and cloves. It's great for post-rain warmth."

Sharon thought about it for a long time before gasping. "I know. It’s not food, she'd been giving me tea leaves. She told me that it was of good quality and originated from her hometown. I think the tea has a nice aroma so I drink it often!” Sharon paused and took in another breath. “She emphasised that this tea was expensive and exotic so I should only keep it to myself! I didn’t pay much attention to it but she sends it to me every other month and constantly asks if I have finished the tea!”

his mother said as she held the china ware near her mouth and drank the tea. “This tea is the most expensive tea in the world, the Da Hong Pao, that came from China. This is a rare kind, that is why, and it is a national gem. This is your favourite tea, Lucas, but you did not even try to know its name. Maybe you assumed that this is just an ordinary tea, is not it?” There is an ominous tone in his mother’s voice.

One of their men quietly exited the room. After a taste of the refreshing tea, the leader cleared his throat. He looked up to Tess who hadn't touched the tea in front of her, “This is oolong tea, our most popular export, it has a variety of health, brain and body benefits, you should try it.” He beamed a smile at her and took another sip of the tea. Tess lowered her eyes to hide the thick murderous intent brimming within. She brought the cup close to her lips and took a whim of the scent of the tea. It smelled like oolong tea, only that it had an underlying scent.

She turned to Shun and said, "Uncle Shun, can you have someone bring in some tea and we can eat together?" Shun: "Sure...." Shun walked to the door to call a maid to make some tea. Su Lan looked at the blue tea and opened her screen confirming it was what earth called black tea in her world. When she saw the green water of the green tea in her room she thought the tea here was normal how naive she was.

He took the teacup and took a sip, only smiling after seeing Yaslyn enter. "Welcome." Yaslyn smiled. "Thanks, Mr. Reid. You don't look your age at all. You look very youthful." Mr. Reid let out a hearty laugh. "Tell me, what do you know about tea?" Yaslyn had expected it, smiling faintly. "For the best tea-drinking experience, we must first warm the utensils and prepare the tea leaves. Then, we brew, pour, and drink the tea. Each tea has its own flavor."

Samuel took a light sip and suddenly felt that the tip of his tongue was attacked by tens of thousands of smells at the same time, but the smell was surprisingly harmonious with each other, forming a very strange and special smell. "Good tea," Samuel said sincerely. The old man smiled slightly and said, "The snow ash is stir-fried with ten thousand cups of tea, and the essence is picked out to burn the ash into seeds. After being covered by the cold snow, it can only be made into one stalk in a hundred years. Therefore, it is born to be delicate and noble. However, after suffering from hardships, it can integrate the taste of ten thousand cups of tea into one body. The composition is so spec