"You're not allowed to drink this," Shi Lingyu snatched the tea leaves and held them in her arms. "There's nothing in this. What if something goes wrong after drinking it?"

Lu Yuanhu laughed: "How can this make someone drunk? Do you think this is a spy drama?"

"That's not certain. Don't you know what the situation is like now?" Shi Lingyu said dissatisfiedly, "What if Chen Sheng was sent by Lu Nina?"

Lu Yuanhu smiled, but then thought that this was not impossible.

"Then we can't not drink this tea. It would be a waste." He felt a little sorry.

The main thing is that it smells really good. If his wife hadn't stopped him, he would definitely have taken it to the company to drink.

His son Lu Mingjie said, "Mom, didn't you want to eat tea eggs a few days ago? This tea should be okay to make tea eggs, right?"

Shi Lingyu thought for a moment and said, "That's right, Sister Huang, can you make tea eggs?"

Sister Huang smiled and wiped her hands on her apron: "This is my old trade."

After saying that, Sister Huang took the tea cake and went to the kitchen. Lu Yuanhu looked at her with a reluctant look in his eyes.

"By the way, Sister Huang, please prepare one more meal for lunch. I have a friend coming over to eat."

"Okay!" Sister Huang answered from the kitchen.

…

The guest Lu Yuanhu was talking about was called Mingcheng.

Mingcheng was a famous poet in the capital's literary circles. "Saoren" means "poet." But in the capital, he was more famous for his drinking than for his poetry.

He nicknamed himself "Tea, Wine and Calligraphy", referring to his three greatest skills: tea tasting, wine drinking and calligraphy.

The reason why he could live such a happy life was mainly because he wrote poetry seriously in his early years, and it happened that his family had a house within the Second Ring Road that was demolished.

Mingcheng and Lu Yuanhu were old friends. He often came to their house for meals. As soon as he entered the house, he sniffed and asked:

"What's that smell?"

Lu Yuanhu smiled and said, "You've come at the right time. We're making tea eggs right now. I'll give you one to try later."

Mingcheng rubbed his hands excitedly: "I haven't eaten tea eggs in a long time. But what kind of tea did you use? It smells so good."

Lu Yuanhu said, "A relative brought it here."

Mingcheng sat down at the dining table, sniffed, and muttered to himself:

"Fragrant as the orchids of the Nine Heavens, round as the bright moon of the third autumn... It's definitely Pu'er. Your family is quite generous, using Pu'er tea to make tea eggs."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and continued to savor the aftertaste:

"Well, after the superficial orchid fragrance, if you look closely, there's also a light, elegant, low, lingering aroma of age, like the mellowness of aged wine, the depth of history, and the lingering scent of rosemary. It's intoxicating... and they're using aged tea!"

Sister Huang brought out a small bowl from the kitchen with an egg in it and brought it out with a smile.

"It's ready, try one first."

The bowl was placed in front of Mingcheng.

Sister Huang rubbed her hands with a smile on her face, wanting Mingcheng to praise her cooking skills.

Mingcheng looked down at the bowl, a dazed look on his face.

"The soup is golden and transparent like amber. Is this egg yolk? ...No."

He picked up the bowl again, sipped a little of the water remaining at the bottom of the bowl, and his tone became hurried:

"It has a rich and mellow flavor, a sweet aftertaste that lasts for a long time, and it quenches thirst. This is good Pu'er, really good Pu'er!"

After saying that, he smacked his lips and continued:

"The fragrance is like orchids, mellow and sweet, with a quick aftertaste. It is also delicate and watery, with a strong bitterness that dissipates very quickly. The astringency is weak, almost non-existent..."

Then, he used chopsticks to pick up a tea bud stuck to the bottom of the bowl and said:

"It's a bright brown-red color, and the strips are plump and tender, incredibly tender..."

After muttering to himself for a long time, he slammed his chopsticks on the table:

"Old Lu! Get the hell over here!"

Lu Yuanhu was watching TV. When he heard him calling, he came over and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so startled?"

"How rich you have made!" Mingcheng shouted.

"Why are you so angry?" Lu Yuanhu looked puzzled. "I'm so rich! You come to my house every day for free meals. Don't you know?"

"Haha," Mingcheng said with a gloomy face, "You kid, are you showing off your wealth to me?"

"How did I show off my wealth to you? Where did you get that from?"

Mingcheng pointed at the tea eggs in his bowl and said:

"You kid, you use this tea to make tea eggs. Should I say you are low-key and luxurious, or domineering? Or are you pretending to be cool without being noticed? Oh, right, you kid, you have reached the realm of the King of Pretense, and your pretense skills have reached the highest level..."

Mingcheng was the riddle man, and Lu Yuanhu couldn't help but swear:

"What the hell do you want to say? If you have to fart, fart now!"

"You're simply wasting food!" Mingcheng slammed the table. "What kind of tea did you use for these tea eggs? Tell me yourself!"

Lu Yuanhu was puzzled: "What kind of tea? Just a Pu'er tea given by a relative?"

"Still pretending to be me?" Mingcheng asked, "Tell me, what kind of Pu'er is this?"

"What Pu'er?"

"Still pretending, still pretending, you can't hold back your face, and you're still pretending." Ming Cheng said with disdain, "Okay, okay, if you want to force yourself to pretend, then I'll satisfy you."

After a pause, he said, "You actually used Yiwu Zhengshan ancient tree tea to make tea eggs. You must have made a fortune!"

Lu Yuanhu was completely confused: "What about Yiwu and ancient trees..."

Mingcheng was surprised: "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

Mingcheng tapped the tea bowl with his chopsticks and said:

"The tea leaves used in your tea eggs are Yiwu Zhengshan ancient tree tea, and they are also top-grade annual tribute tea of ​​level ten. Do you think I can't taste it?"

Lu Yuanhu asked, "Is this tea good?"

"It's more than just good," Mingcheng said. "This tea was sold for a whopping price not long ago. Have you heard? A single tea cake sold for 24.9 million yuan. That's exactly the kind of tea."

"How much?" Lu Yuanhu widened his eyes.

Mingcheng knocked on the tea bowl and said, "What's so strange about that? Pu'er tea becomes more fragrant as it ages and never expires. A piece of tea cake can be passed down from generation to generation and is said to be worth more than gold. A single tea cake is worth five times its weight in gold. Do you think I'm kidding?"

Thanks to the 1000-point reward from Reform Spring Breeze Blows Everywhere~

Thanks to Yu Wufei and Hometown's Scenery for their 500-point tip.

Thanks to Zhongyao for telling the story three times and the book friends for their rewards~

(End of this chapter)