First experience at Chaozhou Zaiyang Teahouse
When you step through the vermilion lacquered door of Zaiyang Teahouse, time seems to have gone back to the early years of the Republic of China. Mottled sunlight slants down the patio, a tea artist holds up a teapot and pours tea beside the eight-immortals table, the honey orchid fragrance of the Phoenix Dancong rises with the mist, quietly interweaving with the Chaozhou opera singing drifting from the eaves. On the mahogany stage, the female role's sleeves flutter as the song "Li Jing Ji" is sung as melodiously as the aftertaste of tea. To the sound of string music, tea drinkers sip from their cups, while the Chaozhou embroidered screen reflects the amber light in the cups. The sound of opera and the aroma of tea spread through the carved wooden windows, and the boundaries of time and space melt away here - what you taste on your tongue is the ever-changing charm of Gongfu tea, and what flows in your ears is the pulse of Chaoshan culture that has lasted for hundreds of years. A tea ceremony will intoxicate both body and mind.