"What a coincidence. Since you two have already met, I won't bother with introductions."
Zhou Hongfang chuckled and pointed to the stone stool opposite him, saying to Zhao Lin, "Don't be so formal. Sit, have some tea."
"Yes, sir."
Zhao Lin sat down primly, adopting an attitude of one ready to listen respectfully.
"Here, try some of my prized Spirit Tea."
Zhou Hongfang picked up the teapot, poured Zhao Lin a cup, and then watched him with a smile.
"This is truly fine tea!"
Zhao Lin accepted the cup with both hands, took a perfunctory sip, and praised it loudly without even tasting the flavor.
"This is the first spring harvest from Songyu Peak this year. The yield is scarce; only two jars were collected in total."
A look of pride on his face, Dean Zhou produced a white porcelain tea jar as if by magic. "I'm keeping one jar for myself, but you can take this one home with you."
"This… this is too precious! I can't possibly accept it."
