A little long for tea to be steeping, but he didn't comment on it and let her pour them both a cup. The barista came by with two small bowls of the condensed milk and honey, and Li thanked her quietly, asking the worker to indulge him once more with two plates and forks for the pie. Jasmine tea was usually fragrant, and this was no disappointment. Li lifted the cup to his mouth, inhaling it before taking a precursory sip. It was rather bland, but that was to be expected, and he dropped a tiny spoonful of the condensed milk into the tea to offset the bitter aftertaste and stirred.
When the plates and cutlery came, he cut them both a slice of the pie and set one next to her cup. Finished with everything, he went back to sipping his tea as though he were alone in the tea house.