The young man's fingers stopped strumming the zither, yet the zither sound seemed to linger in people's ears, echoing throughout the tea house. Even the sound of the rain outside became distant. The young man's zither playing was dashing. As people came to their senses, they saw him already seated, sipping tea.
He lifted the tea towards her, the brew somewhat light, offering the young lady fig dry fruits with the tea—fruits abundant in the Western Regions, dried under the sun and fierce wind yet still very sweet. The crude tea from Jiangnan just perfectly diluted the taste.
"How about that, tastes good now, right?"
"A pinch of salt with sweetness, a combination that never goes wrong."
With a proud arch of his brow, the young man, dressed in a black outfit with white trimmings on the sleeves which were otherwise too simple, had his temperament immediately enlivened by a flower tucked beside his temples. He sat there explaining to the young lady how to enjoy the snacks.