Then, Yang Sheng and Le Tong started a series of debates about what kind of sheep she was. In the end, the two evenly matched individuals reached a deadlock, neither able to persuade the other. It was a draw, neither winning.
"Rui, what tea is this? It's quite good."
Yang Sheng, his mouth dry from speaking, picked up the cup and drank the tea in one gulp.
"Do you like it? There are two boxes here; take one with you." Yang Sheng, delighted, took the box of tea away.
Ji Rui was too lazy to look at Yang Sheng's smug expression, and using his chin, pointed to the gift box and spoke to Le Tong.
"There's a box of herbal tea in there. I don't like it, you take it and drink it!"
Even though Le Tong wasn't familiar with the actual market value or price of tea leaves, she knew that anything given to President Ji must be top-quality stuff.
"Thank you, President, but I rarely drink tea."
She didn't want to accept favors or charity from others for no good reason.
