Traveling businessmen are always on the go, so how can they be so particular about drinking tea? Even the fat white man, who is a super foodie, often steams and boils everything in one big pot when he goes out, that is, under his own influence.
It's just that they are becoming more and more particular. They actually use fine clay pots. Don't you think it's troublesome?
The most incredible thing is that what he drank was Zifeng Yunzhen, which is highly valued even by the royal families of various countries.
A traveling businessman who is even willing to come to a remote mountain village like Shannan Town has the financial resources?
Zhou Wenjun didn't notice the sneer hidden in Gu Fenghua's eyes. It's no wonder that for ordinary people and even many young people from wealthy families, they have never even heard of tea like Zifeng Yunzhen. How could it be possible?
He could smell it. How could he have imagined that Gu Fenghua had not only drank it, but also knew its origin and value.
"Tea is ready!" the middle-aged man said suddenly, looking at the boiling tea intently.
Zifeng Yunzhen is too rare, so the requirements for making tea are very high. This person is a master in this way, and he can control the heat quite well.
"This tea smells so good, let me try it too." As he said this, Gu Fenghua looked over carelessly, and accidentally, a small white flower beside his ear fell into the tea.
"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man's expression changed suddenly, and he shouted at Gu Fenghua with an angry look on his face. He was even angrier than killing his parents.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Gu Fenghua apologized quickly, hurriedly picked up a wooden stick and went to pick up the small white flowers in the water.
"Stop, stop it!" The middle-aged man roared again and fiercely fended off the wooden stick.
"Isn't it just a little tea? What's so great about it? If you don't like it, just pour it and cook it again." Gu Fenghua threw away the wooden stick and said disapprovingly.
"What do you mean it's just a little tea? Do you know this tea..." The middle-aged man was so angry that he looked at Gu Fenghua with a look that was almost killing him.
"Wen Xing! Don't mess around." Zhou Wenjun glared at him sternly and shouted loudly.
Under his stern gaze, the middle-aged man did not dare to say anything more. He glared at Gu Fenghua again and suppressed his anger.
On the fire, the tea was still boiling. The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but in the end he was reluctant to throw it away. This kind of tea, which is regarded as a treasure even by the royal families of various countries, was hard-earned for him.
He took out a wooden clamp, picked out the small white flower and threw it on the ground, then poured a few cups of tea to Zhou Wenjun and another companion.
Zhou Wenjun was holding the tea and glanced at the small white flowers that were thrown to the ground and looked as if they had been beaten by frost, but did not speak.
"Brother, I was embarrassed just now, can you let me have a taste?" Gu Fenghua shamelessly approached again.
"Do you know how to taste tea?" The middle-aged man glanced at Gu Fenghua and said sarcastically. The good Zifeng Yunzhen was dipped in that little white flower, but he felt something was wrong no matter how much he drank. His resentment was still there.
"Wenxing, don't be rude. If it weren't for the kindness of others, we would still be outside in the rain. How could we be so unforgiving just because of a little tea?" Zhou Wenjun reprimanded again, winking secretly at the same time.
The middle-aged man then reluctantly picked up the clay pot and poured a glass for Gu Fenghua.
"Good tea, really good tea." Gu Fenghua blew the cool air and drank the tea happily, looking intoxicated.
Opposite him, Zhou Wenjun relaxed and drank the tea calmly.