Chapter 195 What Defines Tradition
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“I declare, Melody wins the first round of the tea quality competition!” Truman announced, his voice filled with pride, both dignified and uplifting.
In the live stream:
“Wow, Melody is incredible! She actually won against the Jensons, a family known for their literary and tea expertise!”
“Even with Old Mr. Jenson’s teachings, Amanda couldn’t beat Melody. Her tea–making technique is something even the professors here haven’t seen. Could it be she learned some unconventional method?”
“Unconventional techniques beating traditional tea art? Is this real life?”
“I study tea art, and I’ve never heard of pouring water seven times. Amanda’s technique is the most standard and traditional, in my opinion.”
“This doesn’t seem fair! Amanda’s froth was blown away by the wind. If we look purely at duration, Melody’s unconventional method might not actually be better.”
“Looks like the Moore family is really backing Melody. What’s their connection?”
“Old Mr. Jenson looks furious, he’s definitely not convinced.”
“Didn’t you all hear? Truman said Melody’s technique is the long–lost ‘Seven Tea Pouring Method.”
“He wouldn’t say that without a reason!”
The live broadcast chat was buzzing with debate. Due to the high level of expertise in this broadcast, it had drawn in professors of tea art from prestigious schools, and the controversy surrounding the “Seven Tea Pouring Method” was growing more intense.
Back at Regal Glade, after Truman’s announcement, Old Mr. Jenson stood up, stroking his beard in clear disbelief, and interrupted.
“Wait!
“Truman, stop defending Melody. The Seven Tea Pouring Method is only mentioned in my book.
“There’s no detailed record of the technique, just a name. That’s hardly enough to justify Melody making this cup of tea.”
Old Mr. Jenson voiced the doubts that many shared.
Since Melody’s tea–making technique was supposedly the long–lost “Seven Tea Pouring Method,” who could truly verify whether her steps were accurate and traditional?
His admiration for her faded slightly, replaced by a stern, probing gaze.
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disrespectful to our tea culture. I cannot acknowledge your tea art in that case.
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As a great elder of tea culture and a respected figure in Sommerville’s cultural circles, Old Mr. Jenson played a pivotal role in promoting and safeguarding the traditions of tea.
His words carried weight, as he was both a guardian of tea studies and a cultural authority.
Melody, however, remained calm, her expression unwavering as she met his gaze.
The fragrance of the tea seemed to envelop her, giving her an air of quiet nobility.
She stood, her presence commanding, and spoke firmly, her voice cool and unyielding:
“May I ask, Old Mr. Jenson, what defines tradition?
“During the Cyllun and Aetherian empires, tea culture thrived, yet the techniques evolved with the times. What was considered standard in one era shifted in the next. The methods and standards have never been static.
“What truly matters, in the end, is the quality of the tea in this cup.
“You don’t acknowledge this method simply because its origins are unfamiliar to you, despite the quality being undeniable.
“Tea tasting is like recognizing people. Who deserves more respect and admiration–someone with noble, traditional roots but mediocre skills, or someone from humble beginnings who has refined themselves into a person of exceptional ability?”
Melody looked straight at Old Mr. Jenson, her lips curling with a hint of coldness. Beneath her calm tone was an authority that sent a chill through the air.
This took Old Mr. Jenson by surprise; he had long been used to the praise and flattery of Sommerville literary circles.
What defines tradition?
It was a question that resonated powerfully.
In a country with over a billion people, who don’t have ancestors who once held power?
When it comes to tradition, perhaps ability is what truly matters.
Throughout history, those who lacked ability, no matter how noble their lineage, faced only one outcome -being overthrown.
At that moment, Old Mr. Jenson’s demeanor faltered, and a look of discomfort crossed his face.
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