Maximilian Ma and the Echoes of Fate Chapter 50

A small light as big as a soybean swayed in the dim light of the room. I stood at the door of the wing and wiped my eyes. I have recently experienced a lot of people sitting next to the bed, but I still find it strange that that person is Mr. Su. Mr. Su's question to me was even more unusual. He asked me if I still remembered what the tea that Prefect Zhou invited me to drink looked like.

I said: "It's just like tea leaves, not like leaves or grass."

Mr. Su asked: "Is there anything different from ordinary tea?" I said: "Don't all teas look the same when brewed?" Mr. Ma, I have never been an elegant person. Dry tea can distinguish ordinary tea from Biluochun. You can't tell the difference between grandpa and grandson.

Mr. Su clearly did not recognize my nature as a working people, so he asked me a more academic question: "Is the brown color light and green?"

I thought about it for a moment: "It's green, green with a little yellow in it."