In an instant, the aroma of tea flooded his nostrils.
It exploded on his palate, leaving him feeling refreshed and invigorated. This flavor was entirely different from that of lard. The head of the Fire Battalion felt a sudden surge of excitement. As he savored the lingering taste, he confirmed again, "Are you sure it’s only ten wen per catty?"
"Officer, I’ve said it before: to defend our homes and our country is the duty of every citizen!" Shi Yi replied, his face filled with resolve. "If I tried to make a profit while supplying you, I’d be struck by lightning—and on the day my ancestral graves were hit by thunder, I’d be struck again!"
Chapter 32