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62. The incident occurred

Ulan gets angry whenever he mentions this!

"Ask your dad! Take out everything in my refrigerator and don't put it back!"

"I just took the time to pick more than a pound of tea leaves. When I came back, the dumplings had melted and were all stuck together!"

If it weren't for this, they wouldn't still eat dumplings at noon - they are easy to cook and are suitable for eating in the morning when farming is busy.

Song Sancheng buried his head deeply and said calmly: "I didn't want to stuff a tea leaf, but I took it out and couldn't stuff it back..."

Finally, I forgot about breakfast.

Ah this...

Song Tan was helpless: "Dad, the freezer area under our refrigerator is just a little bigger. Do you still want to put tea? Just tell me and I can just bring a freezer back when I go to the city tomorrow."

It was also her negligence. There were more and more things in the house, and a freezer was indispensable.

Today's freezers are not expensive, and you can buy one that is beautiful and can be installed for more than a thousand dollars.

Song Sancheng was even more embarrassed when he heard this: "Didn't I...didn't I not expect that? Who knew the dumplings would turn so fast..."

Zhang Yanping was watching from the side and couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"It's okay, uncle, I just like eating dumplings. We eat them as our own family, so what does it mean if the skin is broken?"

Listen, what else can you say about how popular Zhang Yanping is in the eyes of his family? He is so loud and talkative!

Logically speaking, Song Sancheng should breathe a sigh of relief.

But after hearing this, and looking at Zhang Yanping's tall, strong and capable appearance, his face suddenly became even more bitter:

"There are only a few shepherd's purse dumplings left..."

This plaintiveness made Zhang Yanping confused.

But soon, he became interested again: "Uncle, did our family pick tea leaves this year? It must be delicious!"

When Song Sancheng mentioned this, he became very excited. Now he was no longer depressed. He threw the seeds into the basin and directly pulled the other person into the house.

Then he carefully dug out the bag of tea leaves from the layers of packages, grabbed a handful of them with extra caution, and put them safely into the cup.

He didn’t pour any water, he just left the cup like that: “Yan Ping, smell it! If you hadn’t come here, I wouldn’t have poured this tea!”

But this is dry tea! The aroma is quite fragrant. Uncle, what do you mean by not pouring water?

Zhang Yanping was confused and had no choice but to lower his head and smell it——

"Hey, this scent is indeed different!"

Song Sancheng smiled brightly and quickly made him tea again.

Unfortunately, after the tip of the hair was soaked, it only lightly covered the bottom of the cup.

Zhang Yanping was amused. He picked up the cup and looked at it carefully. He saw that there was a small layer of velvet on the tea, and the tips and roots of the buds inside were clearly upright and leisurely green.

As the heat steamed, the fragrant and fragrant scent lingered around, refreshing the heart and mind.

A little bitter, a little burnt, and more intense, but far more refreshing than usual.

He also opened his eyes wide in surprise and blurted out: "What a great tea!"

No wonder my uncle tried his best to preserve it. Any loss of this kind of tea would be heartbreaking.

Then he blew it gently and took a sip.

Song Sancheng wrapped the tea leaves in layers again. He turned around and saw Yan Ping, but there was no movement. He couldn't help but wonder: "What's wrong?"

But I heard Zhang Yanping let out a long sigh of relief:

"Uncle, if you pay less than 6,000 yuan per catty for this tea, you are wasting it!"

"What the hell?!"

Song Sancheng jumped up.

Just as Song Tan walked in, he couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this:

"Brother Yanping, no wonder my aunt said you are naughty. You are really good at eating and drinking! I really plan to sell this tea for ten thousand or eight thousand."

This kind of thing is not like vegetables. Vegetables sell for twenty yuan, and anyone with money or no money can try them.

But tea is not a necessity of life. Whoever likes to drink it and is willing to spend money can buy it!

"What?!"

Song Sancheng raised his voice again.

Unexpectedly, even Zhang Yanping nodded this time: "Indeed, do you have any connections? If not, get some trial equipment and I will find someone for you."

He has not been eating and drinking for nothing in the past few years. The high-end fruits at home have a good reputation, and they are basically all through his channels.

But in the eyes of my parents, this kind of blind eating and drinking is really not considered a skill.

Song Tan nodded: "Someone should want it, don't worry, brother Yan Ping, you'd better work hard."

With such a strong labor force, I will use it for a few days first, so I won't be in a hurry to sell tea.

However, when he turned around, he saw that Song Sancheng's face was even darker.

Song Tan couldn't help but ask: "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Her eyes wandered over the bag of tea, and then she was startled: "Have you already sold the tea?"

Song Sancheng said with a sad face: "Sold, but not sold."

"It was just this morning that your Uncle Zhou came over to deliver tea to me. I was so quick that I delivered eight kilograms..."

He desperately tried to make amends for himself: "It's not... It's not that we have more tea than planned, and your Uncle Song stayed up late at night... His craftsmanship is good, and our wages are low... Five kilograms are summer tea...

"

Wages are low, can they be raised?

Song Tan's eyes turned black.

Even if the old rule in the village is to give something extra, it’s not like promising eight pounds at a time!

This is really my dad!

She looked at Song Sancheng, who also looked miserable, and sighed: "Eighty thousand yuan, dad, I farm, and you only support 60,000 yuan in total."

Looking at Song Sancheng like this, his blood pressure almost went up.

Song Tan was thinking about it at the moment. He really wasn't cultivating immortality well enough. He couldn't see through the 80,000 yuan, which made him feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, I was in so much pain that I could only use my trump card——

"mom!"



Zhang Yanping was sitting in front of the dining table restlessly, looking at her uncle on the side.

"Tantan, it won't happen."

Song Tan also frowned:

"I just wanted my mother to tell my father not to be so generous, but I didn't expect that adding tea to the dumplings would add fuel to the fire..."

The two siblings looked at each other in confusion until Qiaoqiao came over holding a big bowl:

"Brother, mother said, I'll give you the best dumplings."

Next is a bowl of broken version with dumpling wrappers and fillings for each person.

But as soon as the dumpling wrapper was broken, the aroma in the air became stronger. Zhang Yanping took a deep breath:

"Auntie, your cooking skills are much better than my mother's. These dumplings are so delicious!"

Wulan laughed: "You kid has such a sweet mouth! You don't even eat it yet, do you know it's delicious?"

Zhang Yanping patted his chest: "As for eating, I can tell if it's good or not as soon as I smell it. These dumplings definitely taste good!"

Just open your mouth and take a bite.

The taste of the dumplings burst into his mouth, and the perfect combination of shepherd's purse and meat made him gobble it up and take a second bite without even taking the time to chew.

Just eat dumplings like this, let alone just one meal, you won’t get tired of eating them every day!

If he had known that his aunt's food was so delicious, he should have come here long ago.

In the wind and clouds, in a daze, the piglet ate... After finishing a large bowl, he touched his belly with unsatisfied thoughts:

"Any more?"

Next to him, Song Sancheng was eating white noodles cooked in dumpling soup in a bowl, glaring at him secretly:

It is indeed very delicious!

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