"Exactly, Chang Hui, we're just buying tea leaves. There's no need to be picky about whose tea we buy," Fei Jiayi answered, biting on a lollipop with a chuckling smile, comforting Chang Hui not to overthink.
"Yeah, my dad really loves your tea. It's just that not many people drink tea at home."
Ding Guo explained.
Moved by their reassurances, Chang Hui didn't know what to say. In a soft voice, she explained how much her family's tea cost per pound and returned the money to them, "The tea isn't expensive; it shouldn't cost that much."
"How could that be possible? Tea prices on the market aren't low," Xu Nianhua said, savoring the tea. "A cup of tea and a book, it really is so comfortable."
In the end, Chang Hui held onto the thirty-five yuan, a considerable sum for her, until she sent the money back home, and even bought two bottles of hand cream. Only then, clutching the mailing receipt, did she feel it wasn't a dream.
