Ye Weiwei pretended not to know and invited Chu Zhao to drink tea.

Chu Zhao looked at the pale green tea in the plain white teacup, a hint of difficulty on his face.

Chu Liang explained, "Please forgive me, but because of his cough, Young Master Chu has never dared to touch these things and has always only drunk plain water."

Upon hearing this, Liu Guilan immediately tried to change his water to plain boiled water.

Ye Weiwei smiled and said, "This tea is different from what you usually drink. You can try taking a sip first. If it doesn't suit you, you can always change it."

Chu Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Then let's give it a try!"

After he finished speaking, he picked up the teacup and gently sniffed it, his eyes filled with a hint of nostalgia. "Good tea! I grew up with my grandfather, who loved tea. When I was in good health, I often enjoyed brewing a cup. It's been many years since I've had a cup of this."

He took a small sip and felt no itch as usual. He couldn't help but take another sip and felt a warm and refreshing sensation that invigorated him and suppressed his physical discomfort.

He paused for a moment, then drank all the tea in the cup in one gulp, and let out a long sigh of relief, feeling refreshed and relaxed like never before.

"This is really good tea!" Chu Zhao's eyes lit up as he looked at Ye Weiwei excitedly. "I wonder what kind of tea this is? It feels different from any tea I've ever had before."

It should be said that he had never tasted such delicious tea before.

He had seen countless good things since he was a child. Because his grandfather loved tea, he knew a little about all kinds of tea, but he had never seen the kind of tea that Ye Weiwei's family had before.

Ye Weiwei smiled faintly: "I just happened to find a few tea trees on the mountain and picked the tea leaves and processed them myself. In the rural mountains, there's nothing good, so I just used this to entertain guests."

Chu Zhao silently thought to himself, "If this isn't something good, then what I've been drinking before probably can't even be called tea; it's all just rotten tree leaves."

If he had lived a few more decades, he would have known that Ye Weiwei's words had a popular interpretation, known as Versailles.

The ancient tea trees in the space, which she had nurtured for thousands or tens of thousands of years, were rare treasures even without wood-type abilities. Moreover, this tea was specially prepared for her uncle, containing a trace of wood-type abilities.

Chu Zhao: "There are such good things on this Daqing Mountain. This place is truly blessed with outstanding people and resources. May I have a few more drinks?"

Ye Weiwei picked up the teapot and poured tea for Chu Zhao, "No need to be polite. Your throat is uncomfortable. Drink more of this tea; it can help suppress your cough."

Upon hearing that the tea was so good, and seeing that Chu Zhao felt much better after drinking it, Chu Liang secretly planned to find an opportunity to ask Doctor Ye where the tea trees grew so he could see if he could pick some, or even ask if he could transplant a few back to have someone cultivate them properly.

Chu Zhao drank three cups of tea in a row, feeling increasingly addicted, and was too embarrassed to ask for more.

After affectionately hugging and kissing each of his three grandsons, Zhang Changnian finally smelled the aroma of tea, put the children down, and came over to take a look. He immediately said, "Weiwei, you went up the mountain to pick tea again this year?"

Ye Weiwei smiled and said, "Knowing that my uncle likes this kind of food, of course I have to prepare some for him."

Zhang Changnian couldn't help but smile, but when he thought of Ye Weiwei going up the mountain to pick tea while pregnant, his face immediately darkened: "Nonsense! You're a mother now, how can you act like a child! Going up the mountain while pregnant, doesn't Huo Xiao even know how to control you!"

Liu Guilan quickly added, "It was my fault for not keeping a close eye on Weiwei."

She couldn't remember when Weiwei had gone up the mountain to pick tea, and secretly blamed herself for being careless.

How could Zhang Changnian blame his in-laws? He smiled and said, "In-laws, you don't need to blame yourself. I know this girl's personality well. If she has any ideas, you can't keep an eye on her."

Ye Weiwei: "Well, I've tried to flatter him but it backfired. I should have known better than to bring out this tea to present as a treasure."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Changnian immediately picked up his cup of tea and drank it all in one gulp. Then he poured himself another cup from the teapot, downed it in one go, and snorted, "You want to keep good things to yourself? What a waste of my love for you, you brat!"

Ye Weiwei said with a bitter face, "This is so hard for me."

Chu Zhao couldn't help but laugh, "I've heard that you two have a good relationship, but seeing is believing, it's truly enviable."

Zhang Changnian couldn't help but flick Ye Weiwei's head. "That's just how this girl is. I can't do anything with her!"

Ye Weiwei frowned and said, "Uncle, if you keep flicking my head like that, you'll make me stupid."

Zhang Changnian: "It's better to be a little slow, so you won't be too smart and always causing trouble."

Ye Weiwei snorted: "I was originally thinking that I would pick more tea leaves this year and give you more as a gift, but now it seems that I can save that money."

Zhang Changnian couldn't help but laugh and scold, "You little ungrateful wretch, you hand over everything, your uncle doesn't want anything, but you must prepare tea."

Old Bai had been urging him to write a letter to the young girl about the tea for a long time, but he hadn't mentioned it because he was worried about her being pregnant and didn't want her to worry.

It's kind of this little girl to have remembered his fondness for this food and prepared everything in advance.

It wasn't for nothing that I suffered.

After chatting and laughing for a while, and having rested enough, Ye Weiwei took Chu Zhao's pulse.

Everyone instinctively held their breath and stared at Ye Weiwei.

Chu Liang, in particular, was extremely nervous, afraid of missing any subtle expression on Ye Weiwei's face. When he saw Ye Weiwei frown, his heart sank to the bottom; when he saw Ye Weiwei's expression relax, he felt a glimmer of hope. His heart was in a state of constant ups and downs.

Ye Weiwei withdrew her hand, frowning and remaining silent.

Chu Zhao forced a smile and comforted her, "Being able to drink the fine tea picked by Sister Ye herself on this trip is enough to make it worthwhile. I've been suffering from this illness for so many years, I was already mentally prepared..."

Ye Weiwei looked up at Chu Zhao. He was only in his early twenties, an age when he should be in the prime of his life, but he was suffering from illness every day and was so haggard and weak.

Even though I was unwilling to accept it, I had to force myself to let go and comfort myself.

She smiled and said, "I told you from the beginning that it would take some time to completely cure your illness. Do you not trust my medical skills?"

Chu Liang stared intently into Ye Weiwei's eyes: "Dr. Ye, you say you can cure Young Master Chu?"

Chu Zhao looked at Ye Weiwei nervously: "Can my illness really be cured?"

Ye Weiwei said seriously, "Your illness can be cured, but it's more troublesome than I initially thought. Not only will it take some time, but you'll also suffer a bit when the poison is removed."

Chu Liang felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders and exclaimed repeatedly, "It's good that it can be cured, it's good that it can be cured!"

Only Chu Zhao grasped the key point: "You said to remove the poison? I'm poisoned?"