Chapter 68 Oh Cheng Daqi, you are really something.

The difference between Dahongpao and Tieguanyin in the eyes of those who know their teas is probably akin to the Himalayas and a mound of dirt at the doorstep.

But for Gru, this Dahongpao was truly authentic!

He had drunk plenty of teas in the past, from ordinary tea bags to fermented black tea from the United Kingdom, and Gru prided himself on having some understanding of tea.

However, the Dahongpao that Chan offered, which came from the East, still shocked him.

It was that kind of fragrance that comes only from a holy place! (Though the taste gets worse if it's kept too long)

Indeed, it was different from any tea he had drunk before.

Those ordinary teas just couldn't compare to the 'Dahongpao'; they lacked soul!

This middle-aged cop pursed his lips and sincerely exclaimed to Cheng Daqi.

"Chan, your 'Dahongpao' really has an extraordinary flavor, the difference is immediately apparent compared to the teas I've drunk previously."