"Ah Qing, what did Master Fuli just say?"
Seeing Master Fuli's strange expression, Lao Deng, who was offering tribute to him, quickly turned his head towards the bathroom, seeking translation assistance from Ah Qing.
"Uh?"
Ah Qing, dressed in pink and white pajamas with a towel wrapped around her wet hair, looked a bit puzzled. She glanced at the little fox and thought for a mont, sowhat unsure, "I was just about to blow-dry my hair and didn't hear clearly. It seems..."
"The little fox said it slled the scent of the village chief and asked if you snatched him away with a knife..."
Yu Zhenghong was stunned for a mont, then showed an amazed expression and bowed towards Master Fuli:
"As expected of Master Fuli from Xia Dong; you can tell the quality of tea with just a sll. But I didn't take any tea from the old Chen's house; he voluntarily gave a batch to take ho for my family to try."
"It's said that the tea was personally pan-fried by Master Hu, who makes our tea, using a small pot for high-end tea ant for personal consumption."
As Yu Zhenghong spoke, he was full of admiration, as if praising Old Chen's generosity and hospitality.
The provincial tea contest deadline for registration and the competition itself are only one day apart, emphasizing speed and preventing any cheating, with no room for anyone to tamper with the archived sealed tea.
Old Chen's house gathered many tea rchants, local tea factory owners, and tea farrs, discussing the promotion of local autumn tea, Changxi Tieguanyin, and Qingxiang Oolong Tea.
While speaking, Old Chen seed to recall the tea Master Fuli gave him. He took out the tea leaves, intending to brew them for everyone to taste together.
The result.
From a few ounces of tea, only a few grams were left, eventually handed to Lao Deng, while Old Chen lost interest, squatting by the fish pond and vigorously slapping his own face.
The tea's price notwithstanding, Old Chen had witnessed Master Fuli use all the "Spirit Tree Oolong Tea" as seasoning in the Qingxiang Oolong, consuming the entire year's production in one go.
In other words.
Even if Old Chen was willing to spend money, he couldn't buy it, as this Qingxiang Oolong won't be available until next autumn.
Fragrant, fresh, smooth, and refreshing, after tasting it, a sip after a al leaves a lingering aroma even when kissing at night.
After drinking it, one feels incredibly comfortable, especially during Xia Dong nights, with a warm feeling all over.
"The village chief is genuine and generous; he gave it to , and after trying it, I feel this tea has surpassed Qingxiang Oolong Tea entirely. I can't think of any flaws it might have."
"It's simply the highest standard in its category," Yu Zhenghong praised, full of admiration.
Regarding tea, what constitutes the highest praise.
It's nothing more than a few words: it's the most standard of its category.
Master Hu truly lives up to his na, his tea craftsmanship is extraordinary, comparable to the national standard representative.
"Ehhh..."
Master Fuli slightly lifted his head, unable to conceal his proud deanor between his eyebrows.
"Though it's not entirely flawless, this tea does have a fatal flaw. The tea plants are young with a very low yield, and the price is relatively high, but don't worry."
"In another two years, this flaw will be gone, as the young tea leaves won't be used for Qingxiang Oolong anymore; they'll all be used for roasting rock tea, which will be even more expensive."
Master Fuli's face was gleeful, humming with joy in his heart.
As for the young tea leaves, Ansheng doesn't plan on selling them; instead, they'll beco "Lao Deng Tea Garden's pride."
Making money isn't necessary, but having fa is.
With fa, one can earn more.
"Xiaolan, ti for bed!" Ansheng hadn't been sitting on the god platform proudly for long before Ah Qing, having showered, ca over to take the little fox for a bath.
Once in bed.
Ansheng was ready to sleep, but beside him, Ah Qing squird like a worm, tossing and turning.
"...Weren't we supposed to sleep? Why are you squirming around like that? If it's really not working, go play with so glue!" Ansheng, slightly woken from sleep, rolled his eyes, kicked Ah Qing, and grumbled.
"I can't sleep! Thinking about tomorrow's registration and the day after, our house participating in the competition. I'll represent in the official online live broadcast, but I don't understand these things..."
Ah Qing turned and raised the pillow, placing the little fox in front of her, lifting her hand to rub Fox Fox's cheeks: "I don't know if it'll work. How about accompanying while I study for a bit?"
"I'll morize the history of the tea contests and the introductions of past gold award teas for the live broadcast,"
Ansheng looked at Ah Qing with annoyance.
"Is that right? I'll make sure you can't sleep..." Ansheng burrowed beside the pillow, grabbed his phone, tapped on the image of the math teacher in Ah Qing's favorites.
The vivid calculus lecture began.
"Snore..." Ah Qing's spirit was shaken and her eyes rolled as she fell asleep.
"...No, not the Notoginseng Chicken Soup, Mom, I swear to Mazu that I'll do well on the college entrance exam, not... don't give Notoginseng Chicken Soup, sob sob..."
In her dreams, Ah Qing's face struggled as if recalling the terrifying mories of the college entrance exam crunch period.
Bowl after bowl of Notoginseng Chicken Soup or a spoonful of Notoginseng powder mixed with broth for consumption, was an unforgettable nightmare material for Xia Dong children.
"Good night!"
With a cheerful face, Ansheng laid his head on Ah Qing's shoulder and began to sleep.
The next noon.
Ah Qing slowly awoke, swallowing her saliva, feeling a bit stuck in her throat, as if recalling the bitter taste of the childhood height-increasing secret redy, Notoginseng.
"Hmm... Notoginseng Chicken Soup, hasn't the little fox tasted it yet?"
Ah Qing glanced at the exposed belly of the little fox sleeping in an inelegant manner, suddenly having a strange thought.
"Ah Qing, not up yet? Ti to eat,"
Ah Qing was pondering when Chen Peipei's voice called her for a al from outside.
"Oh oh oh, coming..."
Ah Qing rubbed her cheeks, picked up the little fox, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
After washing the little fox's face and brushing its teeth, Ah Qing took the little fox to the dining table and checked the ti.
11:53.
Ah Qing thought for a mont. In the afternoon, she needed to go to Tea Capital to et the promoters and discuss the live broadcast and gather so materials.
"Xiaolan..."
"Do you have plans with friends to go out this afternoon? I just thought about it, and since I'm going to Tea Capital anyway, with the round trip being almost thirty kiloters, we might as well stay at a hotel overnight, saving so ti for studying."
Ah Qing asked the little fox to see if he wanted to accompany her to the hotel.
The journey to Tea Capital isn't long.
But starting today, Tea Capital will surely have traffic jams.
Although Ah Qing's family never participated in the tea contest, Lao Deng always went every year, and Ah Qing would tag along.
She learned a lot about how congested Tea Capital gets during the competitions, almost needing Pulse bottles.
"?"
Ansheng thought for a mont, "I have nothing during the day but might go out at night for a stroll with friends."
"However, those things aren't important; if you want to stay at a hotel, stay at a hotel!"
Ansheng outwardly agreed but internally muttered to himself, "When going out later, I need to inform Housekeeper Lin at Lin Ying's house to pick up at night."
Last night, Ah Bai already invited him, saying they'd go out to sea tonight to tow back a ship to sell for money.
But what Ah Bai didn't know is that large ships can't be sold as scrap tal; even dismantling them requires an environntal dismantling fee...
Sotis, the dismantling fee is more expensive than the ship.
Selling scrap tal doesn't compare to using personal charm.
Master Fuli intends to guide Ah Bai, anyway, international conventions don't restrict wild animals.
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