As the name suggests, meal time is between lunch and dinner, and it can be traced back to the 17th century in England.
Modern afternoon tea developed from the British afternoon tea in the Victorian era. The aristocrats used Western pastries with fragrant tea to enjoy a unique and elegant leisure time.
The most popular thing during afternoon tea time is black tea.
Just because when black tea was introduced to Europe, because it was a treasure from the far East, drinking tea was only an exclusive enjoyment of the upper-class aristocratic society.
In that era, the aristocrats endowed black tea with an elegant image and a rich and gorgeous way of drinking it. Afternoon tea was even regarded as the introduction to social life and became a symbol of fashion at the time.
“China’s Keemun black tea or Sri Lanka’s Ceylon black tea?”
The principal stood in front of a small divided display window, looking at the dazzling array of exquisite products inside, dangling his fingers among them.
The principal's office is a very tasteful place. The air is filled with a faint scent of wood, and the oily luster of old wood is everywhere you look. The two-story high bookshelf reaching to the ceiling is filled with books, porcelain,
As well as his favorite wine and tea. The winding wooden stairs divide the entire space into small pieces...like a huge birdcage. It is also like a treasure bag.
"I don't know much about this." Fu Nian looked at the principal's profile with an apologetic smile.
He really doesn't understand much about these things. In his previous life and now, he has no energy, time, or even opportunity to come into contact with these things. He has only had some exposure to some ancillary drinks under black tea, such as the silk stocking milk tea that was first popular in Hong Kong.
"Then choose one of the two." The principal raised his eyebrows playfully. There was a hint of playboy excitement under the gentleman.
"Then let's have Ceylon black tea."
Fu Nian thought for a while and said, Keemun black tea is produced in China, and he will have many opportunities to come into contact with its taste after returning.
But Ceylon black tea is different. It is produced in Sri Lanka. After traveling across the ocean, it will lose some of its freshest taste.
Moreover, I do not have the ability to distinguish between true and false, so I can easily be deceived when drinking in China. In this regard, there is not much difference between humans and dragons...
"Then use Ceylon black tea from the UVA region. It has a strong flavor and rich taste. You can easily remember its taste."
The principal picked out a bottle from it, turned around and elegantly sat next to Fu Nian and started to warm it.
The two of them were sitting under the skylight. The sun was bathing in the flames, and the whole person was warm. It made people feel a kind of extremely enjoyable laziness.
Fu Nian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the lazy white clouds in the sky, and his mood gradually began to wander. He had just woken up and felt sleepy again.
"You're so natural."
The principal's voice came to mind from the side.
"hold head high."
Fu Nian spoke in agreement. He indeed found that he was very natural and not as restrained as he had expected. Even though he knew that the man next to him was dangerous, he still couldn't be too vigilant.
In other words, let yourself appear to be unwary on the surface.
He felt that this was a disguise of his own instinct, a disguise that came from bloodline memory. It came from the arrogance and hypocrisy of the Dragon Clan!
"Principal, your temperament is too kind, which makes it easy for people to feel relaxed." Fu Nian's mouth was rippling, and he was immersed in the relaxing and comfortable atmosphere around him.
"No, it's not my fault," the principal shook his head. "Although the principal's afternoon tea is a traditional culture of the college, not everyone has the opportunity. I only receive the best students in our college.
Over the years, I have met many, many outstanding talents, but you are the first one who can become so relaxed from the beginning, to the point of falling asleep."
The principal's fingers slowly turned the tea that was starting to boil underneath. There was a hint of emotion in his tone.
"I'll just take it as you praising me again." Fu Nian stuck out his tongue.
"Hahaha, let me introduce you, Hilbert Jean Angers! President of Kassel College."
Fu Nian stood up and looked at the stretched out hand. He was slightly stunned.
"Fu Nian." He reacted quickly and reached out to hold the hand.
Powerful and vigorous.
This is not at all like the power an old man should have.
This was Fu Nian's thought at this moment.
…
Young and strong.
Angers looked at the boy opposite him who was so amazing to him. The corners of his mouth raised in relief, revealing a smile that he hadn't shown in many years.
It must have been more than twenty years, Angers thought.
Time has gone so fast since that person disappeared.
Seeing Principal Ange's blooming smile, the corners of Fu Nian's mouth naturally brightened.
The luster of his eyes reflected the antique mood of the surrounding study in the sunlight.
At this moment, time seemed to have been pressed on the pause button. The slowly rising mist in the teapot stopped rising.
There seemed to be a photographer with a camera standing at the door to capture this potentially historic scene.
Under the skylight, in the sunshine, it goes without saying...
A historic scene between man and dragon.
…
"I heard from Manstein that you captured two high-level deadpools with human consciousness in San Francisco?"
Angers slowly poured out a stream of crimson water from the bone china teapot, carrying a thick mist of water and a mellow fragrance.
"It's us." Fu Nian corrected, "Principal, don't put the credit for our collective tasks on just me. I would be proud."
"Hahaha." Angers laughed heartily.
"Schneider has sent detailed information about the mission to my email. A high-level deadpool who can integrate into human society is not something our specialists can easily deal with."
Angers was lying on his recliner, looking at the sunlight falling from the skylight, with a misty look in his eyes.
"When Norma sent this information directly to my mobile phone, I almost took my private jet and turned directly to your location."
"Is it so serious?" Fu Nian was stunned when he heard Ange's tone.
"It's very serious." Ange's eyes were no longer soft.
A ferocious rain curtain appeared under the eyes that had been deprived of kindness.
"Many, many years ago, I met them just like you. It's just... I'm not as strong and lucky as you."
Ange's eyes fell completely into the dark rain curtain, and everything in it became blurred, as if there was really a heavy rain in his world where no passers-by could be seen.
Fu Nian was very keenly aware of the subtle changes in the air at this moment.
"It was really a heavy rain full of fishy wind."
Ange's voice was full of endless emotion. It seemed that it was an experience that time could not do anything about.
"What happened?" Fu Nian really wanted to know.
"There's a lot going on."
"A lot of things." Fu Nian repeated.
"The most important thing
that is
We face a resurrected Dragon King!"
Ange pondered for a long time and said.
"Dragon King?!" Fu Nian was shocked.
Another one?
"You just need to know that every appearance of a high-level deadpool must be related to the Dragon King! They are the Dragon King's most loyal servants, and every appearance must be bloody and stormy!"
Angers looked at the white clouds floating by on the skylight, but his eyes were filled with the rainstorm that never stopped.
"So, Fu Nian, please wait and see, the real dragon battlefield is about to begin..."