The Monkey King's attire was unusually novel today.

She held a smooth, polished wooden stick in her hand, and wore a grass skirt carefully woven from wild grass around her waist.

He looked exactly like the majestic "Monkey King," as if he had just arrived from Flower Fruit Mountain riding the clouds.

The Monkey King hopped and skipped over to Lu Fan and the others.

First, he proudly waved the wooden stick in his hand, and then enthusiastically performed a set of stick techniques.

It leaped and bounded about, wielding its wooden stick with great force, sometimes raising it high as if to split a mountain, and sometimes swinging it rapidly as if a dragon were emerging from the sea.

His every move was quite impressive, and his focused and serious demeanor made it seem as if he were the Monkey King, Sun Wukong, demonstrating his unparalleled martial arts to the monkeys on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Lu Fan, An Lan, and Ling Yue were all amused by the Monkey King's wonderful performance and burst into laughter, clapping and cheering.

"Wow, that's amazing! Monkey King's staff skills are good enough to compete in martial arts competitions!" Lu Fan joked with a hearty laugh that echoed through the shelter.

After the performance, the Monkey King was panting heavily, his chest heaving, but his face was full of pride, as if to say, "I am the most powerful."

It casually tossed the stick aside, ran to Lu Fan's side, stretched out its furry paws, and looked longingly for snacks.

Lu Fan smiled and patted its head, then took a bag of jelly from the snack box next to it and handed it to it.

The Monkey King couldn't wait to tear open the packaging, stuffed the jelly into his mouth, smacked his lips, and ate it with relish, occasionally making satisfied "squeak" sounds.

After resting for a while, Ling Yue stood up, stretched out his arms and legs, making a "crackling" sound, and said, "I'm going to go out and explore some more to see if I can find any new supplies."

As he spoke, he began to pack his bags methodically, taking out essential items for the outdoors such as a dagger and a water bottle.

Lu Fan and An Lan exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly. An Lan then said, "Then let's stay in the shelter and make tea. The tea leaves we picked earlier have been sitting there unprocessed."

The two couldn't help but smile with anticipation at the thought of tasting the fragrant tea they had made themselves; their smiles were full of longing for a cozy afternoon.

Lu Fan was full of energy and carefully moved the tea leaves that had been drying yesterday to the sun-drenched courtyard.

Although the tea leaves were wilted and had lost their freshness when they were picked, Lu Fan knew that this was the perfect time to make tea.

He dusted off his hands, turned to look at An Lan, his eyes full of anticipation for the next step, and said, "Teacher An, it's time for the fixation process. This is a crucial step in tea making."

Lu Fan skillfully took out a large iron pot, placed it steadily on the makeshift stove, lit a fire, and waited for the bottom of the pot to change color slightly before slowly pouring tea leaves into it.

In an instant, a sizzling sound came from the pot, and the tea leaves collided with the hot pot, releasing a unique fragrance.

Lu Fan held a spatula and quickly and rhythmically stir-fried the tea leaves.

His eyes were focused, intently watching the changes in the tea leaves in the pot, his movements as skillful as those of an experienced old tea farmer.

"When it comes to the final processing, the heat and time must be precisely controlled. If the heat is too high, the tea leaves will burn easily; if the heat is too low, the desired effect will not be achieved."

As Lu Fan stirred the tea leaves, he explained the process to An Lan, who listened attentively, nodding occasionally and keeping her eyes fixed on the tea leaves in the pot.

As the tea leaves continue to be stir-fried, their color gradually changes from bright green to dark green, and the aroma becomes increasingly rich.

Seeing that the time was right, Lu Fan poured the stir-fried tea leaves onto a clean bamboo mat.

"Now it's your turn to show your skills," Lu Fan said to An Lan with a smile.

An Lan took a deep breath, stepped forward, and began to knead the tea leaves.

She gently picked up a handful of tea leaves and, following the method Lu Fan had taught her, pressed and rubbed them gently with the strength of her palms, slowly shaping the tea leaves into strips in her hands.

During the rolling process, the tea leaves are further damaged, and the tea juice seeps out, making the aroma and flavor of the tea more mellow.

Anlan focused intently on kneading, pausing occasionally to check her progress and adjust her technique.

"Teacher An is doing great! Just follow this feeling." Lu Fan encouraged from the side, while also helping to tidy up the tea leaves scattered on the edge of the bamboo mat.

After Anlan's efforts, all the tea leaves were kneaded.

At this stage, the tea leaves have begun to exhibit the shape and aroma of tea.

Lu Fan and An Lan exchanged a smile, their eyes filled with a sense of accomplishment.

Next came the drying process. Lu Fan and An Lan worked together to lift the bamboo mat containing the tea leaves to a sunny spot, allowing the tea leaves to fully bask in the sunlight.

The warm sunlight shines on the tea leaves, as if draping them in a golden coat.

"This sun-drying process is also very important, as it allows the tea leaves to dry further and also helps to stabilize their aroma."

As Lu Fan spoke, he gently turned the tea leaves to ensure that each leaf was evenly exposed to the sun.

Under the sunlight, the tea leaves gradually darkened in color, and the aroma became increasingly rich, spreading with the wind and attracting birds from the surrounding area, who seemed to be drawn by the fragrance as well.

Although their tea-making tools were simple and their techniques were not professional, with their joint efforts, the tea leaves were beginning to resemble tea.

"Once these tea leaves are dried, we can brew a cup of tea that we made ourselves!" An Lan said expectantly, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes, when we sit in this courtyard, basking in the sun and drinking our own tea, it sounds so pleasant."

Lu Fan responded with a smile, already picturing the two of them leisurely enjoying tea in his mind.

Just as they were immersed in their anticipation of their future tea-drinking time, the Monkey King finished his jelly and ran over again.

It looked at the tea leaves on the bamboo mat, curiously approached, sniffed them, and then stretched out its paw to grab a handful.

Lu Fan reacted quickly and stopped it: "King Gigi, don't cause trouble, the tea isn't ready yet."

The Monkey King seemed to understand, and sat obediently to the side, his eyes fixed on the tea leaves, occasionally letting out a "squeak" sound, as if cheering them on.

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"Finally, the tea is ready. It wasn't easy at all."

"Just imagine that scene: facing the sea, with spring flowers in bloom, brewing a cup of tea, and slowly enjoying the time. It's so pleasant."

"It's a life that we working-class people can only dream of."

"Only Chinese athletes can live such a comfortable life in the wilderness."

"It's just tea, iced tea is still tea."