I was sipping away slowly at my tea just then. The tea that that the waiter served up was Biluochun. It has a particularly refreshing taste, perfect for covering over the oily aftertaste of the meal that we just had.
Mrs. Sang’s words made me tremble and took a breath in more sharply than I anticipated. The surplus amount of hot tea burned the tip of my tongue, which pulsed with a faint trace of pain.
I set the tea cup down on the table, then looked up and peeked at Mrs. Sang’s expression. She was still smiling, the same warm and gentle smile. I didn’t know how to answer her, so I replied, dumbfounded, “He didn’t ask me, he didn’t propose to me, I don’t know.”
“But that’s what he told me.” Mrs. Sang also set her tea cup down. With her delicate fingers, she took a few nuts from the plate, and began unshelling.
She placed the unshelled nut on another smaller plate. Gingerly, a numbness spread in my mind as I looked at her as she went on about her work unshelling other nuts. Mrs. Sang slowly continued.
“You’re the first girl that Sang Qi was willing to introduce to me. Before I came, I imagined a little bit, about just what kind of girl you might be. I have to say, you’re a little different than how I had imagined.”