The classical beauty, upon hearing that there was no green tea, became immediately upset: "Such a large restaurant, yet no green tea at all—this is simply unacceptable!" The waiter, equally eager to leave a favorable impression on the beauty, found that indeed there was no green tea available, and thus repeated his earlier statement: "Excuse me, madam. This is a Western-style restaurant, and foreign guests are accustomed to drinking black tea or milk tea. They're not used to green tea, so we don't serve it here..." A male guest, growing impatient and also hoping to capture the beauty's attention, interjected: "What's wrong with a Western-style restaurant? Since it's located in China, it should understand local customs. I can't intervene when it's abroad, but here, in China, shouldn't it consider the preferences of Chinese guests?" "Yes, I personally enjoy green tea. It's precisely because there's no green tea here that every time I come, I have to settle for foam tea." The "Eighty Electronic Book" guest was more bold, directly extending an invitation: "Beautiful lady, why don't you give it a try? I'll treat you to a cup of green tea—would you be so kind as to accept?" The earlier guest, slightly disgruntled, replied: "We should have a clear order of precedence, shouldn't we? I'd like to invite you to my finest Blue Mountain coffee—guaranteed rich and aromatic. What's foam tea, after all? It's just plain ordinary, not suitable for someone like you!" "Wait a minute—what's wrong with foam tea? You came here for ambiance and refinement. Only the pretentious, high-end types would insist on the most expensive!" "Who do you call pretentious? You're the one who's pretentious—your whole family is nothing but foam tea enthusiasts!" The two began arguing, nearly coming to a physical confrontation. Other guests soon joined in, all with the same goal: to capture the attention of the beautiful lady. Those who still manage to stay at the café at this hour usually fall into two categories: one group is people who are so bored they simply can't fall asleep, yet who don't enjoy the noisy atmosphere of bars or dance halls; the other group are those who simply use their refined tastes as an excuse to avoid being busy. At this moment, Qin Feng, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up, saying with a clear, confident tone, "Sister, let me treat you—how about green tea?" "Having said that, she moved her two legs—long and captivating, utterly mesmerizing—gracefully toward Qin Feng. Several male guests pounded their chests, lamenting silently that they hadn't brought tea themselves, which would have surely won them the lady's favor. How unusual it was for guests to bring their own tea to a café! The classical beauty sat across from Qin's seat, while he had already set aside his coffee pot, smiling warmly at her and saying, "May I ask your name?" "I'm Qingya," she replied. "Qingya" is a lovely name—though it's unclear whether it's her real name or just a courtesy. It seems more like a polite fabrication; otherwise, why wouldn't she have even provided a surname? Qin maintained his warm smile. "Qingya is quite fresh and modern—my name is Qin Feng. 'Qin' from the great Qin dynasty, and 'Feng' from the fire radical!" "Nice to meet you," Qingya said, extending her hand with grace. Qin Feng was delighted, immediately reaching out to grasp her hand. The delicate hand was not only pale but soft and supple, warm and comforting in his grasp—so much so that once he held it, he found himself reluctant to let go. "Excuse me, Mr. Qin," Qingya tried to withdraw her hand, but failed twice. "Sorry," Qin Shao smiled awkwardly, quickly releasing her hand and saying, "Miss Qingya is so beautiful that I couldn't help but lose my composure. I truly apologize!" Qingya remained gracious, saying, "It's quite all right—after all, you'll be serving tea for us soon!" The moment she said this, the male guests around grew even more uneasy. Her words were clear: since they would be enjoying free tea, it was only fair that the tea host should receive a small benefit. Yet as the actual party member, Qin Feng found himself thinking differently. Though he had an exceptionally thick skin, he couldn't help but feel his face grow warm, and he chuckled nervously, "Miss Qingya, your kindness is truly appreciated!" The servant brought a pot of hot water and an elegant set of tea utensils, his arrival easing the awkward atmosphere. Qin Feng opened the tea packaging, and a fragrant aroma immediately filled the room. "Excellent tea," Qingya remarked in praise. "Miss Qingya truly knows her tea—this is Mengding tea harvested from a mountain untouched by pollution. It's highly valued, though rarely available." Qin, who didn't exaggerate, explained, as the tea had been obtained from Wei Qingtian. Of the premium grade, only a few pounds are produced each year, and with China's population of over 1.3 billion, only a handful of people are fortunate enough to taste it. Qin, originally indifferent to such rare and precious goods, found himself captivated when Hou Bao refined the tea further, incorporating several rare herbs. Not only did the brewed tea become more fragrant, but it also offered benefits for eye health and calming the mind. All the herbs used were sourced from the large lake within the small plateau. As the hot water poured over the tea leaves, they danced joyfully in the boiling water, releasing an even more fragrant aroma. "Please," he placed the first cup in Qingya's hands. Qingya took a deep breath and said, "Indeed, this is no ordinary Mengding tea. If I'm not mistaken, it has been processed using special techniques—richer, more aromatic. I can hardly wait to taste it right away!" "Ah, Qingya, you truly have a discerning palate," Qin Shao smiled and gestured warmly. Qingya gracefully lifted the cup with both hands, took a delicate sip, and was immediately delighted—her large eyes softened as she savored the delicate fragrance. Qin Feng found himself even more puzzled. On the surface, Qingya appeared only in her twenties, yet she wore her classical qipao with such grace and elegance that it was remarkable. Now, her deep understanding of this more traditional tea was even more impressive. To be honest, today's young people generally have a restless temperament, having grown up in diverse and dynamic environments, so their understanding of these traditional customs often remains shallow. Those around them are truly envious—being able to make a beautiful woman value a simple cup of clear tea is simply too effortless. Even some people have started calling secretly: "Hello, is this Mr. Sun from XX Tea House? I'd like to ask you something—do you carry any exceptional high-mountain Mengding tea? The price isn't an issue, as long as the flavor is excellent. Yes, please keep it for me—I'll go pick it up tomorrow."