Miranda pulled out a red certificate from her bag. On the cover, the words "Tea Master Professional Certificate" were printed in Hebranian and Danglish. It was none other than an Expert Tea Master Professional Certificate. Looking up, Miranda turned to Ingrid and said indifferently, "Is this enough
Miranda continued, "Not to mention Bob Frost's poem, 'Tea is a religion of the art of life,' and a verse by Emma Dickson, 'There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.'"The poets of old have passed on, but we are still here. We gather here not j
"Mrs. Johnson, is this how the members of your family behave? That's unacceptable. You should teach her some manners before allowing her to appear in public. Aren't you afraid of her disgracing the Johnson family's name?" "I knew your taste wasn't great, but who would've guessed that your judgment
Miranda felt a little embarrassed. "It's not something worth mentioning…"During the six years she was with Hansel, the first two were spent in college. The remaining four years were spent confined in the mansion where her life revolved around him every day. Although Hansel had used love to trap he
Harriet called Miranda excitedly.Susan rarely participated in tea brewing activities. Even when she did, it was more out of obligation than genuine interest. But since she had brewed a pot, Harriet felt Susan's tea needed to be evaluated.Miranda walked over and accidentally made eye contact with S
After hearing that Susan didn't need a ride, Natalie stopped insisting and told the driver to leave.Miranda was waiting for her ride outside the hotel. She greeted everyone who approached her. Natalie knew Miranda had someone coming to get her, so she didn't arrange a ride for her.Paul, who was al
The night was dark and quiet. The only sounds were the keyboards tapping and the handling of lab equipment.Paul glanced over to see Miranda diligently recording data. The light illuminated her face and cast a faint shadow from the bridge of her nose.He had always worked late alone, sometimes even
Lilian thought, "Fine. I'll give you the massage. If anything goes wrong, it isn't my fault anyway. You're the one asking for it."Then, she said, "Okay. Please lie down."Ingrid reclined on the couch. "You only get things done when you're being threatened. Looks like you only learn the hard way. Ho