It is a scene, the bringing in of raw leaves by harvestors every few minutes, the buyers piling in every hour to taste the crops, Mr. Wei’s 2 year old copying everything mom, or dad, or grandma, does. The buyers are the ones with the loud shirts and well fed stomachs. They buy the top of the line Ya Sai in 30 lb increments, and if I didn’t put my order in, they would have taken the entire day’s production. Price is no longer an object for the wealthy Chinese tea drinkers, who have the cash as well as the taste.
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