After returning home for so long, Huo Yao experienced for the first time the feeling of being "isolated" by her parents, mother and brother. She held her chopsticks and ate in silence, occasionally glancing at the old man beside her.
I really don't know what kind of ecstasy soup this old liar poured into the three of them, so he didn't even believe her words.
After dinner, Huo Yao was about to go back to her room, but Song Ning ordered her to spend more time with the old man, so she had no choice but to continue sitting in the living room.
He didn't take the initiative to talk, and took out his phone to play by himself.
Papa Huo came over to see his daughter's indifferent appearance, and shook his head sadly.
He sat down beside the old man, thought of something, and asked the old man: "Do you like tea?"
As Papa Huo, who would have a cup of tea after dinner every day, today is no exception.
The old man who also likes to drink tea brightened his eyebrows and nodded, "That's just my hobby."
Seeing this, Papa Huo stood up again, "Wait a minute, I'll get the tea set."
The old man is not polite to others. He hasn't sat down peacefully to drink a cup of tea after two days away from home. It's strange that he is not used to it.
Holding the mobile phone, Huo Yao glanced at his father and the liar old man, shook his head, turned his back to the direction of the two, and continued to look down at the mobile phone.
Papa Huo walked to the temperature-controlled storage room dedicated to tea leaves, swept around the collection of tea leaves on the wooden shelves, and finally landed on the box of Wuyi Dahongpao.
His eyes paused for a few seconds, then he reached out to pick up the tea leaves and a set of purple sand pots next to him, and walked out of the storage room.
The old man is special, and it is right to treat him with good tea.
Not long after, Papa Huo returned to the living room with a whole set of purple clay tea sets and tea leaves.
When the old man saw the set of purple sand teapots in Papa Huo's hands, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
The purple clay teapot produced during the Jiajing period of Zhengde is worth more than 100,000 yuan for just one cup.
The old man tapped his fingers slowly and thoughtfully on his knees.
"What kind of tea does the old man like to drink on weekdays?" Papa Huo asked while boiling water.
"I drink black tea, green tea and oolong." The old man said with a smile.
Although he was in his early eighties, except for his gray hair, the wrinkles on his face were not too obvious, his face was rosy, and he looked energetic.
"I got a box of treasured Dahongpao some time ago, and I happened to unpack it today to taste it together." Papa Huo took the iron box next to him and said.
Hearing this, the old man said, "Then I'm lucky today."
Only then did his attention fall on the tea box in Papa Huo's hand. Seeing the familiar box... the old man was stunned.
This box is exactly the same as the box of Dahongpao that he has treasured for many years
The old man felt that there was a deviation in his eyes, so he couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed it twice. Looking again, the box was still the one he was most familiar with.
After he photographed the box of Dahongpao, he specially asked someone to make a sealed box that could store tea leaves for a long time.
It can be said that it must be unique, and there will be no imitations outside.
So... This box of tea is the one in his storage room
But he remembered that when he left, the tea seemed to be still there
While the old man was wondering, Papa Huo had already taken out the tea, brewed it, and poured the old man the first cup.
After the tea was flushed out, a long and rich fragrance of Dahongpao tea floated in the air.
"Grandpa, try it." Papa Huo said.
The rest of the update is before 12 o'clock~ I climbed the lid of the pot in a dingy manner.
(end of this chapter)