Make it fancy enough and you'll probably see Zhongli around as a frequent customer.

[ he knew the man enjoyed his teas, and possibly his flowers. it was just the sort of refined, bourgeoisie-esque behavior that suited a former god who'd come to amass an appreciation for the various arts over the years and made no secret of his knowledge and wealth of trivia.

sometimes he listened to him when he really got going. just sometimes. ]

I had an inkling you were something of a green thumb before. [ he doesn't really elaborate; Dohalim probably remembers. ] But why the tea? Why not wine or coffee?