"Ah, my future nephew-in-law, are you alright?" A few men clumsily helped Hansen Ruiz to his feet.
Hansen Ruiz rarely showed embarrassment, but after being helped up, he quickly forced a smile. "I'm fine, I'm fine." Then he promptly picked up the bowl of tea and gulped it down. After the tea slid down his throat, he internally groaned. This mountain tea seems unprocessed, in its raw, original state—it's bitter beyond belief!
However, he was too embarrassed to spit it out, so he had to force it down. After taking one sip, he put the tea bowl back on the table.
"Rachel told me that you come from a good background." Rachel's father had taken in Hansen Ruiz's every reaction. When Hansen Ruiz put his own tea bowl down, the father's tone became even more detached. "This tea, you've never had anything like it, have you? With your background, how could our Rachel possibly be a match for you?"
