"Good tea! Really! Good tea!" Zhong Jinxiang was amazed.

Is it really that delicious? The villagers were a little confused. Looking at the black lump made by Zhang Yaohua, I felt a little unbearable to look at it.

Zhang Dechun took a tile bowl, grabbed a handful of the tea leaves that Zhong Jinxiang had fried. Then poured a bowl of water.

"I'm not talking about this. The tea made from Huadiao is so delicious!" Zhong Jinxiang thought that everyone in Meiziao had misunderstood what he meant.

Zhang Jiwang looked at Zhang Jiaohua made a black ball of tea in disbelief: "Is this tea? I have lived for decades and have never seen such tea!"

"Then what do you think tea should look like? You think so, tea should be leaves one by one. You really have no knowledge. I dare say that this tea is much better than those so-called famous teas." Zhong Jinxiang said.

This time, Zhang Manyin believed in his grandson without hesitation, and walked over and grabbed a ball of black tea. Zhong Jinxiang quickly grabbed Zhang Manyin, "Wait, how can I get so much tea when I make a bowl of tea? Look, such a small blow is enough!"

Zhong Jinxiang pinched a ball of black tea as big as a small finger for Zhang Manyin and put it into Zhang Manyin's tiled bowl.

Zhang Dechun took a look and always felt that the ball of tea was rubbed off by Jigong. "I'd better drink this."

Zhang Dechun shook his head and blew the tea in the bowl, took a sip, "Well, good tea, good tea. This is much better than the tea in our house."

Zhong Jinxiang smiled bitterly. He didn't know what his own tea stir-frying level is? Even if the quality of the tea is good and there is no corresponding super tea stir-frying level, it is impossible to improve the taste of the tea to the extreme. Compared with Zhang Jiaohua, the tea is 100,800 miles away.

Zhang Manyin looked at the black ball in the tile bowl in the water, but it quickly dissolved. A small ball of tea leaves did not leave any residue, and the bowl of water had turned dark green.

"Manyin, why are you stupid? Take a taste!" Zhang Dechun looked at Zhang Manyin with a smile.

Zhang Manyin took a sip with a suspicion in his stomach, holding the tile bowl, his eyes widened, as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, and his whole body was indescribable to express his comfort. The fatigue of labor was wiped out, and a refreshing feeling came.

"How is it?" Zhang Jiwang asked curiously. Zhang Manyin's strange expression made him a little strange. The child Beggar had many strange things. But he didn't expect that he could make such a ball of tea with ingenuity.

"It's delicious, delicious, really delicious. Brother Jiwang, please try it quickly. It's absolutely right!" Zhang Manyin was the stupidest and didn't know how to describe the goodness of this tea.

Zhang Jiwang had no questions at all, so he quickly took a tile bowl and prepared to get the tea. Zhong Jinxiang was ready, so he pinched a small handful of tea from it and put it into Zhang Jiwang's bowl.

Zhang Dechun felt that the tea he drank was the best tea in the world, and he felt that Zhang Manyin must have never seen the world before. He felt like he was just a little bit of a fuss when he drank nectar and jade liquid. What he drank was the best tea. After all, Zhong Jinxiang, a tea stir-fryer, could not be called a kid?

"Manyin, Manyin, my tea is so delicious. Where can you drink any tea?" Zhang Dechun said dissatisfied.

"I'm a real good tea!" Zhang Manyin's mouth was awkward, so naturally he couldn't say that Zhang Dechun was.

Zhang Jiwang smiled and said, "Why are you two fighting? If you drink it in another way, will you know whose tea is really good?"

Zhang Dechun felt that Zhang Jiwang was right, "Come on, I'll change it with you."

But Zhang Manyin refused, "I won't drink it with you. If you want to drink it, you can soak it yourself."

Zhang Dechun smiled, "Look at you like this. Forget it, I'll make another bowl."

Zhang Dechun also took a bowl and went to Zhong Jinxiang to get a bunch of black tea made by beggars.

Zhang Jiwang's tea has been brewed, and after taking a sip, he also sincerely exclaimed, "What a good tea. I can't tell that such a black piece is so delicious. Beggar, you are such a villain. You can actually make such a good tea. Why did I even drink a smell of medicine?"

Zhong Jinxiang savored it carefully when he heard this. There was a hint of medicinal smell hidden in the fragrance of tea. However, this medicinal smell not only did not destroy the tea fragrance of tea, but instead made the fragrance of tea more timeless.

"I made it by making medicinal materials. Of course, it will have a little medicinal flavor. This tea is originally a medicinal material." Zhang Jiaohua said.

At this time, Zhang Dechun also soaked the tea leaves. Looking at the green tea in the bowl, Zhang Dechun vaguely felt that the tea seemed to be better than the tea fried by Zhong Jinxiang. Of course, just by the color of the tea, he could not tell which tea is better or which tea is not good. To compare which one is better or which one is worse, the most straightforward way is to taste it.

Zhang Dechun took a sip and immediately showed an incredible expression. He took another sip with some disbelief. The taste was so good!

"How is it?" Zhang Manyin looked at Zhang Dechun with a smile.

"No wonder you are unwilling to give me your tea on a basketball day. Why is this tea so delicious? Master Zhong's tea was already very delicious, but I didn't expect this tea to taste better." As soon as Zhang Dechun finished speaking, he looked at Zhong Jinxiang with a little embarrassed look.

Zhong Jinxiang didn't care at all and smiled, "This time it's worth it. It's worth it to be able to drink tea made by calling flowers, and it's worth it to lose face."

The villagers also wanted to make tea for beggars. Zhang beggars made a total of a few taels of tea, and finally produced less than one tael of tea. One person was a small handful. In the end, Zhong Jinxiang held a tea cake in his hand and left less than a ball of ping-pong balls. Zhong Jinxiang felt very distressed. Such a superb tea should be sat down in an elegant environment and sipped slowly. Drinking it in a big bowl for one person and a big gulp was a waste of resources. But isn’t tea used to quench thirst? These hard-working people suddenly relieved their fatigue. Isn’t it the real purpose of tea? Thinking of this, Zhong Jinxiang smiled again.

"Beihua, it seems that I can't help you here." Zhong Jinxiang was naturally embarrassed to be the master of tea stir-frying. The tea he fried was a thousand miles apart from the tea made by Zhang Beihuashuo. How could he have the nerve to continue to stir-frying tea here?

"Master Zhong, you can't leave. Although I can make tea, such a large garden and so many tea leaves, like me, when can I get the tea leaves here?" Zhang Yaohua said with a wry smile.
Chapter completed!