"The bottom of the leaf is soft and bright, the edge of the leaf is vermilion, the center of the leaf is light green with yellow, the sweetness of black tea, the fragrance of green tea... This, this is the authentic Wuyi Yugong rock tea!"
"What a waste of nature, what a waste of nature!"
"Lao Cao's wife, your family owns a mine, right? How can you use such a treasure to make tea eggs?"
"If you don't want to drink it, give it to me!"
Uncle Wen's beard trembled in anger, and he kept reaching out to fish out the tea leaves in the pot. As he fished them out, he sighed: "Where did you get this tea?"
"ah……"
Wang Yazhen turned to look at Ye Wenchan.
Obviously, these were the two tea cakes that Ye Wenchan brought. She took them to the kitchen to throw them away, but she didn't want to part with them, so she boiled the tea eggs.
"Isn't Yugong rock tea just some broken grass roots?"
Miao Wenxia glanced at Ye Wenchan with disdain and said.
"ignorance!"
Uncle Wen didn't care whose family you were from, he stamped his feet angrily: "Do you know how rare this tea is?"
"The tea trees on the rock wall of Jiulong Cave only produce a few hundred grams of tea in the best years."
"A few years ago, this tea was put up for auction, and 20 grams sold for a sky-high price of nearly 200,000 yuan, setting a record for the highest unit price of tea."
"One gram of ten thousand gold, your pot weighs two kilograms, right?"
"If you do the math, more than 10 million yuan has been wasted like this."
As Uncle Wen spoke, he shook his head and sighed, feeling very sad.
"How many?"
Wang Yazhen's hand shook and she almost threw the pot away.
"Old Wen, you didn't get it wrong, right?"
Someone asked Uncle Wen with a smile.
"That's right, you said it's worth 10 million, it's worth 10 million!"
Yan Peizhi was also trembling in her heart, but she was still unconvinced.
"Huh, you can question my quality, but you can't question my expertise."
"I, Mr. Wen, have seen the world after all. The last time I drank this tea was at the state banquet in the Great Hall of the Capital. It was this taste that I will never forget in my life."
Uncle Wen said, hugging the iron pot, inhaling the aroma of tea, shaking his head and sighing.
"I believe in Lao Wen!"
"I just asked Cicada, how could he come all the way back and fool me with something?"
Cao Zheng spoke at the right time, his face full of anger.
But this anger was quickly dispelled by Ye Wenchan's intimate words.
"If you like it, I'll get some for you later."
After hearing Ye Wenchan's words, Cao Zheng snorted and said nothing.
Everyone in the room was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
"How could he, who comes from the mountains, get such a precious thing? It must have been picked from a tree in the mountains! I guess he doesn't even know the value."
Yan Peizhi finally muttered respectfully.
The voice is neither loud nor quiet, but it can be heard by everyone.
Wang Yazhen listened on the sidelines and felt that what Yan Peizhi said made sense.
Others also suddenly realized that there is a probability of picking some good tea in the deep mountains and old forests.
Uncle Wen sat down next to Cao Zheng angrily, and then he saw Ye Wenchan and said in shock: "Are you the Wenchan boy who followed that old man up the mountain that year?"
"Uncle Wen has a good memory!"
Ye Wenchan smiled and nodded.
"Did you get this tea?"
"Ordinary people don't have this ability. I said at the beginning that you are a real dragon in the world. Even if you fall into the mortal world, you will still be a flying dragon in the sky one day."
"It's incredible, it's incredible. With your appearance, you were born to be a king. You are destined to be extraordinary!"
Uncle Wen pointed at Ye Wenchan and laughed. Not only did he not look down on Ye Wenchan's clothes, but he looked at Ye Wenchan with great interest.
"Huh, pretending to be a ghost!"
Seeing that Ye Wenchan had stolen all the limelight from her son, Yan Peizhi felt dissatisfied and said dissatisfiedly from the side.
"Uncle Wen, you're here again. You lied to me that you knew how to read faces, and now you're teasing me like that. Do you still think I'm a child? Come on, drink."
Ye Wenchan poured a glass of wine for Uncle Wen with a smile.
"Uh... if the Dharma doesn't spread to the six ears, blame me for being too talkative, blame me for being too talkative, okay, let's drink!"
Uncle Wen suddenly understood and quickly raised his wine glass to drink with Ye Wenchan.
"By the way, do you still remember your high school teacher Liu Naixiang?"
"I met her two days ago and she was talking about you!"
"That teacher of yours was very kind to you. After so many years, he still remembers that you were the only one in the class who could pass the Qingbei examination. It's a pity that he left just half a year later. She has no chance of doing so with her.
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Uncle Wen put down his wine glass and took a sip with Ye Wenchan.
After hearing Uncle Wen's words, Ye Wenchan's expression changed slightly. This chapter has been completed!