Sunny.
Feels good.
I have always unconsciously chosen “Ayataka” when buying bottled tea, but it’s been a while since I bought “Oi, Ocha”.
I notice that the taste is totally different.
I was surprised to find that the standard standard for bottled tea had somehow become “Ayataka,” not “good” or “bad.
As I gulped down the tea, I suddenly realized that it is necessary to question one’s standard criteria from time to time, not only for tea, but also for political parties, friends, and meals. It’s good.
Goodbye to the typhoon on the weather map.
