Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

Remember for a second【】

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 chopsticks and ate silently, occasionally glancing at the old man beside her.

I really don't know what kind of soup this liar old man poured into the three, and he didn't even believe her words.

After eating, Huo Yao was about to go back to her room, but was ordered by Song Ning to talk to the old man more, so she had to continue sitting in the living room.

He didn't take the initiative to talk, he took out his phone and started playing by himself.

Huo's father came over to see his daughter's ignorant 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 Huo's father who always has a cup of tea after meals, today is no exception.

The old man who is also a good tea drinker brightened his eyes and nodded, "I also like this."

Seeing this, Dad Huo stood up again, "Wait a minute, I'll get the tea set."

The old man was not polite to others. He was not used to sitting down and drinking a cup of tea after two days away from home.

Holding the phone, Huo Yao glanced at his father and the old liar, shook his head, turned his back to the direction of the two, and continued to look down at the phone.

Dad Huo walked to the constant temperature storage room specially for tea, and swept the treasured tea leaves on the wooden shelf, 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, took a set of purple sand teapots next to him, and walked out of the storage room.

The old man is special, and it should be treated with good tea.

Not long after, Dad Huo returned to the living room with a complete set of purple sand tea set and tea leaves.

When the old man saw this set of purple sand teapot in the hands of Huo's father, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The Zisha teapot produced in the Jiajing period of Zhengde is worth hundreds of thousands of dollars just for one cup.

The old man slowly tapped his fingers on his knees, thoughtfully.

"What kind of tea does the old man like to drink on weekdays?" Dad Huo asked while boiling water.

"You can drink black tea, green tea, oolong, etc.

"The old man said with a smile.

Although he was in his early 80s, except for his gray hair, the wrinkles on his face were not very obvious, his face was red, and he looked very energetic.

"I got a box of treasured Dahongpao some time ago, and I just took it apart today to taste it." Dad Huo took the iron box next to it and said.

Hearing the words, the old man said, "Then I have a good time today."

Only then did his attention fall on the tea box in Dad Huo's hands, and when he saw the all-familiar box... The old man was stunned.

This box is exactly the same as the box of Da Hong Pao that he has kept for many years?

The old man felt that there was a deviation in his eyes, he couldn't help raising his hand and rubbing it twice. Looking at it again, the box was still the one he was most familiar with.

After he photographed the box of Dahongpao, he specially made a sealed box that could store tea leaves for a long time.

It can be said that it is definitely unique, and there can be no imitations outside.

So... this box of tea, is the box in his storage room?

But he remembered that when he left, the tea seemed to be still there?

When the old man was wondering, Dad Huo had already taken out the tea, brewed it, and poured the old man the first cup.

The tea was rushing out, and a strong fragrance of Dahongpao tea that belonged to Shen Jiu floated in the air.

"Master, try it." Huo's father said.

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