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Chapter 1315 Can't tell where I prefer the irreplaceable

Chapter 1315 I can’t tell which one is better, but I prefer the one that is irreplaceable.

After leaving Mr. Zhou's office, Ye Wan went to show his face to the professors of various subjects.

In the office of the film department, the old professor who taught film appreciation was looking over and over with a tea can.

With a puzzled look on his face, he asked Ye Wan, "This tea looks ordinary. It seems to be no different from the high-end teas on the market. How come after drinking it once, it doesn't taste right after drinking anything else?"

Woolen cloth?"

"Mr. Ming, are you exaggerating?"

Another old professor in the same office laughed.

"hehe……"

Ming Lao put away the tea leaves and choked him, "Who chased me every day to drink my good tea last time? I could drink two months of rations, but it was finished in one month, and I haven't found you yet.

It’s time to settle accounts.”

???

The professor on the opposite side walked over in a few steps and said, "Ye Wan, where did you get this tea? Send me a link. After you drink it, we can buy it ourselves."

Well……

Ye Wan looked embarrassed, "I didn't buy it online, it was sent by a relative from my hometown..."

"Can your relative call me the head office? I'll contact him to buy it then. I'm not worried about the price. Anyway, my salary is either buying books or tea, so I won't be short of money."

Ye Wan looked helpless, "You are not short of money, but my relatives don't have tea at their house."

"This tea is produced only two months a year, and the output is less than 50 kilograms."

Most of them were given as favors by her.

Ye Wan had a headache when she thought about being chased and beaten by her fellow apprentices the next time she went back.

But no matter what, she can't go back in a short time anyway.

At most, they would say a few words behind my back.

"That's it..."

The old professor sighed, with the same confused look on his face, "I can't tell you which one is better, but I prefer the one that is irreplaceable. Tell me, why is this?"

"Probably because it grows on top of the clouds and mist?"

Ye Wan said softly.

???

The professor is old, but not so old that his ears are hard to hear.

The two looked at each other and were stunned.

Looking at the tea leaves in Ming Lao's hand, I suddenly felt like I couldn't take a sip.

Yunwu Mountain is the highest peak in South China.

The climate is pleasant and warm as spring.

But Yunwu Mountain has not yet been developed. Let alone tourists, there are only a few professional backpackers who have climbed to the top of the mountain.

The annual output of tea that grows on the top of the clouds and mists is less than 50 kilograms. So what price would it cost to bring it to the market?

Thinking back to the fact that every time I drank tea, I drank a large amount of it, Ming Lao felt heartbroken.

The old professor looked at Ming Lao eagerly, "Look, we have been meeting each other in the same office for half our lives, right? We don't have half of our friendship anymore, so we can always split it up with each other, right?"

I got a huge look of disgust.

Behind her were two old professors who were over a hundred years old together. Ye Wan returned to the classroom holding two notebooks full of movie appreciation given to her by Ming Lao.

It was exactly six o'clock after school, so I thought I could go back faster and catch up with dinner at my old house.

Let's have dinner and take a walk with Erlao and Xiaobaozi. She will leave for the program set tomorrow.

Ye Wan hailed a taxi and headed straight to the east of the city.

After entering the gate all the way, Ye Wan learned from the old housekeeper that everyone was in the restaurant, so Ye Wan turned around and went to the restaurant.

When she entered the door, she saw Mrs. Lu holding the little bun and wiping her tears.

Mr. Lu's eyes were moist.

Lu Changchuan looked solemn.

It seemed like something big had happened.

Ye Wan paused, "What's going on?"

"Ye Xiaowan..."

The little bun twitched and reached out to Ye Wan.

Mrs. Lu glanced at Ye Wan, and her tears fell even more quickly.

(End of chapter)


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