Qin Bufan smiled and said, "Uncle Yu, good looks are only secondary."
"What really matters is the taste and medicinal value of this tea."
"How about you try it first before the tea maker comes?"
Uncle Yu shook his head and said, "There's no need to rush. The master chef is nearby. When he comes, we can taste it together."
As soon as Uncle Yu finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.
Immediately afterwards, an old man with a bald head and wearing a Zhongshan suit walked in.
"Haha, Yu Song, do you know that I haven't had the tea you made for a long time? I think you are a filial son."
The old man said with a smile.
"Uncle Song."
Uncle Yu quickly stood up.
"I've been busy with my fish farm lately and haven't had time to stir-fry tea."
The old man snorted and said, "You still know this, kid?"
"But then again, when I passed by your century-old Pu'er tree just now, I saw quite a few young buds."
"Those leaves would be great for making tea."
Uncle Yu nodded.
However, since he had long known about Qin Bufan's powerful methods, it was not surprising.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Where's the tea? Let me see the quality."
The old man said with a smile.
Lin Xueer immediately handed over the tea that Qin Bufan had prepared.
"Grandpa Song, this is the tea that Bufan has just made."
Lin Xueer said.
The old man immediately looked down, and his eyes lit up.
"This tea is of good quality."
"It should be considered top-notch."
As he spoke, the old man reached out, picked up a handful of tea leaves, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.
His eyes lit up.
He immediately looked at Qin Bufan in disbelief and asked, "Boy, did you really make this tea?"
Qin Bufan nodded: "Old man, it's genuine."
The old man did not answer.
After a moment of silence.
He immediately took out the tea set and started making tea.
Soon, the rich aroma of tea filled the entire room.
The old man couldn't wait to pour himself a glass.
Eat it in one gulp.
His cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.
"Uncle Song, what's wrong with you?"
Uncle Yu asked curiously.
The old man did not answer, but quickly drank the cup of tea as if he had tasted nectar.
After drinking it, the old man drank another glass.
He looked as if he was not having a great time.
When Uncle Yu saw this, he immediately became curious.
After all, in his impression, Song Bo was a person with extremely high attainments in tea.
The other party has been making tea for decades, and he has tasted all kinds of rare and fine teas.
He has extremely discerning tastes.
But this time, it behaved so abnormally.
With such doubts in mind, Uncle Yu also drank a glass.
Take the first sip.
A refreshing sweet taste keeps flowing in the mouth.
After taking the second bite, he felt his body enveloped by a strange warmth, an indescribable comfort...
Soon, the cup of tea was finished.
Uncle Yu followed Uncle Song's example and poured himself a second cup.
Even when the teapot was empty, the two of them still looked unsatisfied.
“Good tea.”
“What a wonderful tea.”
The old man spoke.
"If I can make tea of this quality in my lifetime, even if I die, it will be worth it."
At this point, the old man looked at Qin Bufan deeply and said, "Boy, did you really stir-fry this tea?"
Without waiting for Qin Bufan to speak.
Uncle Yu on the side smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Song, there are only a few of us here."
"I don't have that ability."
"And these tea leaves were indeed just roasted not long ago."
"So, apart from Bufan, there is no one else."
The old man naturally knew this truth.
But he couldn't believe it.
A young man who looks to be in his 20s actually has such superb skills in roasting tea.
After a pause, the old man said seriously, "Boy, can you fry ten kilograms of tea leaves in front of me?"
Qin Bufan smiled and said, "Of course there is no problem with this."
After saying that, Qin Bufan immediately took the bamboo basket and went outside to pick the fruits.
An hour later.
Qin Bufan walked in with two baskets of tea, and then started to get busy.
The old man was quite surprised to see Qin Bufan's smooth movements.
But soon, he scolded: "Boy, what are you doing?"
"The tea leaves have just finished withering, and you're already thinking about frying them. Are you making trouble with me?"
The old man questioned.
Qin Bufan ignored the other party and started working on his own.
Look at Qin Bufan like this.
The old man shook his head secretly.
He felt that the tea that Qin Bufan had just brewed must have come from somewhere.
"You little brat, you want to play these little tricks in front of me, do you think I'm stupid?"
The old man said coldly.
Soon, an hour passed.
A batch of new tea was neatly placed in front of Qin Bufan.
The old man reached out and grabbed a handful, then smelled it and found that it was exactly the same as the previous batch.
Then he brewed another pot.
I found no change in taste.
This moment.
The old man was struck by lightning.
After a long time.
He then asked, “How could this happen?”
"I have been focusing on tea frying for many years, but in the end, I couldn't fry tea of this quality."
"But this kid only spent two hours to achieve this level."
"this……"
He was speechless.
Qin Bufan saw the other party like this.
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