Song Tan’s Chronicle

Chapter 62: 62. The truth is revealed

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Speaking of this, Ulan gets angry!

"Go ask your dad! He took out everything in my refrigerator and put it back!"

"I just took some time out to pick more than a pound of tea leaves, and when I came back, I saw that the dumplings had melted and were all stuck together!"

If it weren't for this, they wouldn't have eaten dumplings in the middle of the day - these dumplings are easy to cook and are perfect for eating in the mornings during the busy farming season.

Song Sancheng buried his head deeply and said hesitantly: "I just wanted to put some tea leaves in it, but I took it out and couldn't put it back..."

Finally, I forgot to have breakfast.

Ah this...

Song Tan was helpless: "Dad, the freezer area under our refrigerator is so small, and you still want to put tea leaves in it? Just tell me, and I can bring back a freezer when I go to the city tomorrow."

It was her fault. There were more and more things at home, and a freezer was indispensable.

Freezers are not expensive nowadays. You can buy a very nice and spacious one for more than a thousand yuan.

Song Sancheng was even more embarrassed when he heard this: "I didn't expect this. Who knew that dumplings would melt so quickly..."

Zhang Yanping was watching from the side and couldn't help but burst out laughing:

"It's okay, uncle, I just like eating dumplings. We eat them as a family, so what does it matter if the skin is broken?"

Listen to this! That’s why Zhang Yanping is so likable in the eyes of his family. He is so talkative!

Logically, Song Sancheng should be relieved.

But after hearing this, and looking at Zhang Yanping, who was tall, strong and gluttonous, his expression suddenly became even more bitter:

"There are only a few shepherd's purse dumplings left..."

This resentful tone left Zhang Yanping confused.

But soon, he became interested again: "Uncle, did our family pick tea leaves this year? It must be fragrant!"

Speaking of this, Song Sancheng became really excited. He was no longer depressed. He threw the seeds into the basin of water and pulled the other person into the house.

Then he carefully took out the bag of tea from the layers of packaging, and with extra caution, grabbed a small handful and placed it safely in the cup.

He didn't pour water, just left the cup there: "Yan Ping, smell it! If you hadn't come, I wouldn't have poured this tea!"

But this is dry tea! It smells really good. Uncle, what do you mean by not pouring water

Zhang Yanping was confused and his rhythm was disrupted. He had to lower his head and smell it.

"Hey, this scent is definitely different!"

Only then did Song Sancheng smile and quickly made him some tea.

Poor thing, after the Maojian tea was brewed, it only lightly covered the bottom of the cup.

Zhang Yanping found it amusing and picked up the cup to examine it carefully. He saw a thin layer of velvet on the tea, while the tips of the buds inside were clearly standing upright and had a green color.

As the hot steam rises, the fresh and fragrant aroma lingers around, refreshing the heart.

A little bit of bitterness, a little bit of burnt fragrance, and a stronger, yet refreshing scent that is far beyond ordinary.

He also opened his eyes wide in surprise and blurted out: "What a good tea!"

No wonder my uncle tried his best to preserve it. He would be heartbroken if even a little bit of this kind of tea was lost.

Then he blew on it gently and took a sip.

Song Sancheng wrapped the tea leaves again, turned around and saw Yan Ping was still, wondering, "What happened?"

But Zhang Yanping let out a long sigh of relief:

"Uncle, if you sell your tea for less than six thousand per pound, it's a waste of it!"

"What the hell?!

Song Sancheng jumped up.

Song Tan happened to walk in and couldn't help laughing when he heard this:

"Brother Yanping, no wonder my aunt said you are picky about food, you really are good at eating and drinking! I really plan to sell this tea for tens of thousands of dollars."

This kind of thing doesn't look like a dish. The dish costs twenty yuan and anyone with money can try it.

But tea is not a necessity in life. Whoever likes to drink it and is willing to spend money can buy it!

"What?!"

Song Sancheng raised his voice again.

Unexpectedly, even Zhang Yanping nodded this time: "Indeed, do you have any connections? If not, take some samples and I'll find someone for you."

His eating and drinking habits over the past few years were not in vain. The high-end fruits in his home have a very good reputation, and basically all of them were obtained through the channels he found.

But in the eyes of parents, this kind of eating and drinking is not really a skill.

Song Tan nodded: "Someone should want it. Don't worry, Brother Yan Ping, you should just work hard."

Such a good and strong laborer can be used for a few days first. There is no rush to sell the tea.

However, when he turned around, he saw that Song Sancheng's face was even more miserable.

Song Tan couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Her eyes flickered over the bag of tea, and then she was startled: "Could you have already sold the tea?"

Song Sancheng said with a sad face: "Sell it, but I didn't sell it."

"This morning, your uncle Zhou came to give me some tea leaves, and I was too quick to speak and gave away eight kilograms..."

He tried to make excuses for himself: "It's not... It's not that we have more tea than planned, your uncle Zhou stayed up late at night... He has good skills, and our wages are low... Five kilograms are all summer tea..."

If the wages are low, you can increase them!

Song Tan's eyes turned black.

Even if it was an old custom in the village to send something extra, it wouldn't be necessary to promise eight kilograms at once!

This is really my dad!

She looked at Song Sancheng, who also had a miserable expression on his face, and sighed, "Eighty thousand yuan, Dad. I farm, and you only gave me sixty thousand yuan in total."

Seeing Song Sancheng like this, my blood pressure is about to rise.

Song Tan thought about it at this moment and felt upset because he was not good enough in cultivating immortality and could not see through these 80,000.

At this moment, I was in pain and entangled, and I could only use my trump card -

"mom!"

Zhang Yanping sat restlessly at the dining table, his eyes unable to help but look at his uncle beside him.

"Tan Tan, not really."

Song Tan also lowered his head and said:

"I just wanted my mom to tell my dad not to be so generous, but I didn't expect that the dumplings and tea would add fuel to the fire..."

The brother and sister looked at each other, until Qiao Qiao came over with a big bowl:

"Brother, Mom said the best dumplings are for you."

Next up was a broken version of a bowl of dumpling skin and filling for each person.

But once the dumpling skin was broken, the aroma in the air became stronger. Zhang Yanping took a deep breath:

"Aunt, you are much better at cooking than my mom. These dumplings are so delicious!"

Wu Lan laughed: "You are such a sweet kid! You know it's delicious before you even eat it?"

Zhang Yanping patted his chest and said, "As for the taste, I can tell if it's good just by smelling it. These dumplings will definitely taste good!"

As he spoke, he opened his mouth and took a bite.

The taste of the dumplings burst in his mouth. The wonderful combination of shepherd's purse and meat made him not even have time to chew before he wolfed down the second bite.

With dumplings like this, you won’t get tired of eating them even if you eat them every day, let alone just for one meal!

If he had known that the food at my aunt's house was so delicious, he should have come earlier.

The food was eaten up by the wind, and the piglets dug for food... After finishing a large bowl of food, he touched his stomach with a feeling of unsatisfied feeling:

"Anything else?"

Next to him, Song Sancheng was eating white noodles cooked in dumpling soup in a bowl, staring at him secretly:

It turns out that he can eat a lot!