touchnovel Chapter 226
Chapter 226
Peddlers go out all the year round. How can they be so particular about drinking tea? Even white fat people, who are super food eaters, often steam and cook in a big pot. That is to say, they become more and more particular about it under their own influence. They actually use good pottery pots. Don't they think it's troublesome?
The most incredible thing is that they drink the Zifeng cloud needle, which is highly valued by the royal families of all countries.
Do you have the financial resources for the peddlers who are willing to come to such a remote mountain village as Shannan town?
Zhou Wenjun didn't notice Gu Fenghua's sneer. It's no wonder that for ordinary people and even many young people from rich families, they haven't heard of Zifeng Yunzhen tea, and how can they smell it. How could he have thought that Gu Fenghua not only drank it, but also knew its origin and value.
"Tea is ready!" The middle-aged man was staring at the boiling tea and suddenly said.
Zifeng cloud needle is too rare, so it's very demanding to make tea. This man is a master of this skill, and he has a good command of the fire.
"This tea is delicious. Let me try it too." Gu Fenghua said, and then he looked forward boldly. Carelessly, the little white flower in his ear fell into the tea.
"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man suddenly turned pale and yelled at Gu Fenghua angrily. It seems that he is more angry than killing his parents.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Gu Fenghua quickly apologized, hurriedly picked a stick and went to pick up the little white flowers in the water.
"Stop it! Stop it The middle-aged man roared again, fiercely blocking the stick.
"It's just a little tea. What's the big deal? If you want to dislike it, just pour it and cook it again." Gu Fenghua threw away the stick and said with disapproval.
"What is a little tea, do you know this tea..." the middle-aged man was so angry that he looked at Gu Fenghua's eyes and was about to kill people.
"Wenxing! Don't make a fool of yourself. " Zhou Wenjun glared at him sternly and yelled heavily.
Under his severe 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 finally he was not willing to pour it out. This kind of tea, which was regarded as a treasure by the royal family of all countries, was not easy for him.
He took out a wooden clip, put the little white flower on the ground, and then poured a few cups of tea to Zhou Wenjun and another companion.
Zhou Wenjun holding tea, intentionally or unintentionally looked, was thrown on the ground, wilted with frost hit the same small white flowers, did not move.
"Brother, I'm sorry just now. Can I have a taste?" Gu Fenghua "cheeky" and together up.
"Can you taste tea?" The middle-aged man gave Gu Fenghua a look and said sarcastically. A good Zifeng cloud needle was soaked by the little white flower. He felt that it was not right to drink it. His resentment had not gone away.
"Wenxing, don't be rude. If it wasn't for the kindness of others to take us in, we'd still be out in the rain. How could we have to pay no attention because of a little tea? " Zhou Wenjun reprimanded again, at the same time, he winked.
The middle-aged man, unwilling to mention the pot, poured a cup for Gu Fenghua.
"Good tea, it's really good tea." Gu Fenghua blows cool air and drinks the tea happily. He looks intoxicated.
On the other side, Zhou Wenjun relaxed and drank the tea quietly.