Soon enough, her basket was half full. A familiar voice suddenly said behind her, "Hey! Need a break?"

It was Sheffield.

She didn't know how long he had been standing there. When she turned around, he was smiling at her, a green tea leaf in his mouth.

Evelyn cast a glance at her basket of leaves and answered in a soft voice, "Not yet."

He walked up to her and looked at all the tea leaves she had picked.

“Mind if I join you?"

"Do you know how to pick tea Leaves?" Actually, she was having problems when she started. She had just begun to get the hang of it.

“Piece of cake!" It seemed he knew everything, and he didn't brag. It turned out that he was better at it than she was.

“Fun fact: ever heard of lip tea?" he asked.

“Lip tea?" The name sounded strange.

"No," she answered honestly.

“According to folklore and historical records, the lip tea was a tribute to the Royal Court. It was collected by teenage girls and stored in a wicker funnel. The young girls picked the tea leaves using their mouths, and warmed them with their body heat. So the pickers were also the brewers. Generally speaking, they were all girls."

Evelyn cast a sidelong glance at the serious expression on his face and asked, "So?"

"I just thought of this story all of a sudden and wanted to tell you."

He looked into her eyes and smiled at her mischievously.

"How about I pick some tea leaves with my mouth so that you can collect them?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes at him.

"Cut it out."

Sheffield drew closer to her.

“Okay, fine. How about you pick some for me like that? I swear I'll be the only one drinking it."

Evelyn popped a handful of tender tea sprouts in his mouth while he was talking, and ordered, "Shut up!"

Chewing the sprouts, he said cheerfully, "Mmm, these are really good.

You picked these yourself? Not bad for a novice. Much yummier than mine. Tell you what: if you pick them with your mouth and then use your body heat to warm them up... Okay, okay, don't glare at me. I'LL shut up now."

Staring at a tender sprout, Evelyn said, “You said the leaves were plucked by teens? With their mouths? I'm not a teenager. I'm almost 30.

See if you have any better luck asking someone of that age.”