Jiang Xinyue's cheeks were slightly red and she said, "Dad, why are you talking about this in front of the boss? I'm still young and have to work for a long time, so I don't want to get married now."
"I know that people in the entertainment industry all get married late. I'm not pushing you. I just think it's a bit boring to be alone here. Let's see when you can let me have a grandson." Jiang Chushan said with a smile.
Jiang Xinyue's face turned redder and she stamped her feet in disbelief. Jiang Chushan didn't care and looked at her happily.
The happy look of father and daughter reminded Jiang Zhihao of his own daughter.
When that child grows up, will I also worry about her marriage, and will I be as full of expectations as now?
Maybe... Just thinking that those unreliable men might lie to his daughter made Jiang Zhihao feel a little unhappy.
Maybe every man who is a father will go through this stage. He wants his daughter to get married and have children, but he is afraid that she will suffer a disadvantage.
Jiang Chushan brought fresh tea leaves and boiled them on a tea stove. Jiang Zhihao found this special way of making tea very novel.
Normal tea leaves are soaked in boiling water, but Jiang Chushan brews tea.
"I'm making you laugh. I've never seen such a crude way of making tea, have I?" Jiang Chushan explained while pouring tea for Jiang Zhihao: "This kind of tea was passed down from my ancestors. The leaves are very small and the taste is very weak.
If you use boiling water to soak it, you may not be able to taste it even if you grab a handful of it, so you have to boil it in water for a while, just like stewing soup."
"It's not that I've never seen it before, I just think it's very new. This method should have been handed down from ancient times. People in ancient times didn't make tea either. They called it sencha. In some periods, they even added soy sauce to it.
Onions, ginger, pepper and so on." Jiang Zhihao asked with a smile: "You didn't add these things to this, did you?"
"That's not true." Jiang Chushan laughed and said, "I don't have such a strong taste."
Jiang Zhihao picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The initial taste was a bit bitter, but after tasting it carefully, there was a fragrance of tea.
The aftertaste is very strong, so strong that once you take a sip of tea, you feel like your whole body is filled with the smell of tea leaves.
"How is it?" Jiang Chushan asked expectantly.
"It's very good, the taste is extraordinary." Jiang Zhihao praised sincerely: "Although it is not as pure as the aroma of modern refined tea, it is more pure, and the taste is complex, and it has the flavor of life."
"Awesome! As expected of a big boss, you can realize the beauty of this tea in just one sip!" Jiang Chushan gave a thumbs up and said: "According to the older generation, this kind of tea is drinking life. From cold to hot,
Then from hot to cold, and finally ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust. All kinds of life are reflected in this sip of tea."
Jiang Zhihao looked at Jiang Chushan and said, "I didn't expect that Jiang Xinyue's father could make a good pot of tea. I should have come earlier if I had known."
"It's not too late now." Jiang Chushan said.
Both of them laughed, and Jiang Xinyue was equally happy.
After chatting in the living room for a while, Jiang Chushan went out and brought the chicken over.
A full pot contains at least four or five kilograms of meat. It contains not only the old rooster, but also some home-grown mushrooms and vegetables.
When you open the lid, you will find the delicious food, delicious food and delicious food.
"Here, Mr. Jiang, try a chicken leg and see if it's strong or not." Jiang Chushan brought a big chicken leg over.
Jiang Zhihao took it in the bowl, blew on the hot air on the surface, and then took a bite.