Capítulo 443: Chapter 67: Boiler Room Tucker_3

"Tommy, you should learn how to appreciate this cup of tea in front of you, like I do," Wolfe said, as if he was making his final preparations before a ceremonial disembowelment, his hands on his hips and head slightly bowed, eyes locked on the tea cup before him. Only after a long while did he raise his head, smiling at Tommy, "It's very relaxing, which just goes to show that even though America hates Japan right now, Japan still has something good to offer."

"That's Chinese art, okay? Sure, drinking tea is a worldwide habit, but as an art form, I think it's fair to say it's Chinese. The Chinese were savoring their tea when the Japanese were still debating whether their forebears were Chinese Taoist exiles, or a pint-sized man who'd bedded a nine-headed serpent," Tommy said, without subjecting his knees to the same pain as Wolfe's, sitting cross-legged opposite him and laughing:

"Nobody knows tea ceremony better than me."