C217 Tea

In the teahouse, Juxing was still elegantly making tea.

Zhang Zheng did not understand the process either. He just felt that it was very, very slow.

A new cup of tea was poured.

Zhang Zheng took a sip and quickly put it back in the middle of the tea table. The glass broke and the tea set broke again.

This was already the ninth set.

Twenty thousand for one set, that was only 180,000