If we really want to talk about it, we have been friends for so many years, who hasn't taken someone else's things? It's hard to tell.
But... I really can't bear to give up this tea.
Old Zhu took a deep breath and couldn't help looking at me again. "Then your son has to call my granddaughter niece when he sees her. As an uncle, do you have the nerve to compare yourself with your niece's family?"
Lao Yun glared at him: "It's meaningless when you say that-"
While the two were arguing, the other dark-skinned old man who was playing chess suddenly raised his lips and took out his cell phone: "Old Zhu, give me your granddaughter's phone number. It's not easy for a girl to go to the countryside. I'll help her expand the sales of this tea."
At the same time, he casually said, "Alas, my unfilial son insisted on doing business when he was young. He has never become famous in all these years, but he is quite active in sending me money every month."
"He doesn't even think about how much money I can spend in this mountain. I can only buy some local specialties or something."
What a lavish face! What irritating words!
Old Zhu was stunned.
Lao Yun standing by was also stunned.
Good job!
Lao Yun also snorted: "That's right! Give me our granddaughter's phone number. I have a salary, I can still afford it!"
Old Zhu was overjoyed - he had finally saved his tea!
He even pretended to say, "We are all grandfathers, it's not about money, it's too awkward to talk about it..."
Lao Yun didn't buy it: "If you're unfamiliar, then the tea leaves—"
Old Zhu fell silent immediately.
At this moment, another old man who was sitting there leisurely drinking tea also stood up, reached out to rummage through the bag of Tremella, turned around, picked it up and handed it to the person behind him:
"I think this Tremella is good. It must have been carefully selected by the child. Tell the chef to use it to make soup for us at noon."
It’s still early, so there’s still time to soak it.
After giving away all the things, he looked at Lao Zhu with a smile: "I can't bear to give away the tea leaves, but Tremella fuciformis will be fine, right?"
Lao Zhu: … You’ve given it to him, and you still say no
But the old man really wasn't very interested in Tremella fuciformis. He just thought it was sent by his granddaughter, so he hummed a few times:
"Forget it. After all, you are all his or her elders. It's not wrong to ask my granddaughter to show some respect to you."
However, this is not the end. The skinny old man reached out and peeled off the plastic wrap on the glass bottle. Then he twisted it hard with his skinny hands, and the fresh fragrance of honey wafted into the air!
He swallowed his saliva for the first time in a long time, and now hurriedly ordered: "Quickly bring me a spoon!"
Before he even got the spoon, the sweet aroma surrounded him and he couldn't resist it at all!
The old man was extremely anxious. He looked around, stretched out his hand to break off a branch from the tree next to him, dipped some into the honey, and put it into his mouth.
Woo!
This smell, this taste!
He smacked his lips twice, then tightened the glass jar again, and now picked up the two bottles of honey as if nothing had happened.
"Old Zhu, I don't want your tea leaves either. The doctor doesn't allow me to smoke, so just give me the honey."
Old Zhu wanted to agree.
The skinny old man used to have a muscular body, but now he is sick and relies on medicine to survive. He is as thin as a bamboo pole. It is rare to see him have an appetite, so if he wants something, he will be given it.
However, the vigilance that has accompanied us for many years remains.
He frowned and said, "I can give it to you, but..."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and grabbed a jar of honey from the skinny old man's arms. "... Let me see what good stuff it is first. Even you can't help it."
As soon as these words were spoken, Lao Yun and Lao Wu also came over:
"That's right! He is so cunning. He wouldn't be like this if he wasn't a good person!"
Three gray heads came directly to the jar of honey.
Just at this moment, someone came running over with a set of bowls and spoons, and everyone was not polite—
Even if they don't like sweet food, seeing that the old man seemed not to care, but actually showed that he cared a lot from his small actions, everyone looked at each other, and then scooped up a spoonful and put it into their mouths without hesitation!
Mmmmm!
!
How come such good honey is not even famous? The packaging is so simple! What a waste!
!
Good job!
Old Zhu acted decisively, reached out and put the lid back on, then put it in his arms without saying a word.
"Okay, you have tea leaves. This stuff is super sweet. You two don't like sweets, so it would be a waste to give it to you."
"I'll keep it reluctantly. Lao Chen, take a bottle and go."
Lao Yun and Lao Wu were unhappy: "You are reluctant to give tea, so you are also reluctant to give honey? No way!"
"Old Chen gets one jar, and the remaining jar will be shared by both of us, or you can't leave the pavilion today!"
Lao Chen, the skinny old man, was indeed a man of many ideas. He frowned at this moment.
"Old Zhu, these tea leaves and honey are all of good quality. I think you should not keep the Tremella fuciformis, since you don't like to drink it anyway. Leave it to me and stew a bowl of it every day for health preservation."
Now even a fool would know that Tremella is very likely to be extraordinary. It would be strange if Old Zhu agreed!
But, fortunately, he really didn't like to eat this thing, and it weighed less than a pound, so it looked like a big bag.
He snorted twice: "You take half, and the rest is for the three of us."
The only thing left was the bag of tobacco on the stone table in the pavilion - the tobacco was fine and beautiful golden, but the plastic bag used was an old one, giving it the feeling of a local specialty.
When the wind blows, you can almost smell the unique scent of tobacco.
And just at this moment, the small cigarette rolling machine was delivered.
The cigarette rolling machine was obtained by Lao Yun's son from somewhere. It doesn't look big. When you actually hold it in your hand, it is less than 10 cm long. It looks like an extended version of a pencil sharpener with a layer of rolling cloth wrapped on both sides.
Old Zhu came over to take a look and said in surprise: "This thing is quite complete."
Of course!
In addition to this cigarette rolling machine, there is also a stack of cigarette papers that look like narrow sticky notes, with glue applied on each edge in advance.
There is also a box of white filters.
A few old men fiddled with the cigarette rolling machine and then looked at the instructions.
Lao Yun is a heavy smoker, so let him roll one first to try.
I saw him separate the rolling cloths on both sides of the cigarette rolling machine, then stuff the filter into the gap in the middle, and then fill the bottom of the filter with the golden tobacco and press it a little tighter.
After filling, the rotating shafts on both sides will continue to retract, closing and pressing these things together.
At this time, tear off the cigarette paper and insert it, then continue rolling.
After a few clicks, a complete cigarette came out. Except for the different color of the filter tip like a cigarette, there is really no difference.
Everyone looked at the cigarette and couldn't help but exclaimed: "This thing is quite useful."