Rong Yun paused for a moment, then remembered that Tang Yue had mentioned Yu Wan's injury on the phone. She immediately asked anxiously, "How badly is she injured? Does it still hurt? Can she walk? If not, I'll call Hou Laowu over right away to take a look at you."
Yu Wan's brow twitched, and she stopped her, saying, "There's no need to call a doctor. It's just a minor injury."
Rong Jun knew that Yu Wan was always stubborn and was afraid that she would be embarrassed and force herself to endure it. After thinking for a moment, he said to Meng Shen, "Carry Wanwan into the house to rest. Your teacher's wife has brewed a pot of ginger soup in the kitchen. Go and drink a bowl to dispel the cold and avoid catching a cold."
"Where are you going?" Yu Wan gently pinched her brow. "I just scraped my skin a little, I really don't need to see a doctor."
Caught off guard, Rong Yun looked away guiltily, then raised her head confidently: "Who said I was going to see a doctor? I was just going for a stroll in the nearby park to get some exercise."
In the north, it gets dark early in winter. It's already past five in the afternoon, and the sky is getting dark. In a little while, it will be completely dark, so the excuse of taking a walk is not valid at all.
With a slight turn of her toes, Yu Wan raised an eyebrow: "Where's the park?"
She took out her phone, unlocked it, and was about to search for an address when the phone lit up briefly before shutting down due to low battery. Her brows furrowed instantly, revealing her frustration.
“Just keep walking straight along the alley, then turn left and walk another 300 meters or so… wait, why are you asking this?” Rong Jun asked, looking puzzled.
"Let's go for a walk." Yu Wan raised her delicate chin and smiled casually. "You didn't believe my leg was okay, did you? I'll walk around and show you."
"No, no, no." Rong Yun waved her hand, drooping her head in defeat. "Fine, I won't go. It's quite windy outside. Let's go inside."
Guan Zhiji was extremely surprised by what he saw, his eyes filled with doubt and uncertainty.
You should know that Rong Yun is notoriously stubborn. Back then, in order to rebel against his family, he didn't return for over twenty years, refusing to listen to either soft or hard tactics. Now, Yu Wan just casually threatened him a couple of times, and he immediately changed his mind?
Guan Zhiji was somewhat confused.
Because Rong Yun isn't the kind of person who would give Tang Yue face without any principles; it can only be said that his statement was all because of... Yu Wan.
That's impossible.
"Damn it!" he cursed under his breath, stubbing out the cigarette with his toe, a bad feeling creeping over him.
Just as he was wondering what was going on, the two large red bronze doors slammed shut in front of him with a "bang".
Guan Zhiji: "..."
Okay.
Old Man Rong has never liked him.
He opened the car door and got into the driver's seat. After thinking for a moment, he took out his phone and made a call: "Help me look up a girl named Yu Wan in Jiangcheng."
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Inside the courtyard house was a small garden where two red plum trees were in full bloom. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, scattering petals everywhere. Beneath the plum trees sat a stone table with teaware and a copy of the *Records of the Grand Historian*. It was clear that Rong Yun was a refined person who knew how to enjoy life.
Perhaps it was because of this elegant and tranquil environment that Yu Wan's restlessness gradually subsided, and her brows once again showed their usual languor and nonchalance.
Seeing Yu Wan staring in that direction, Rong Yun asked with a smile, "Would you like a cup of tea? I just brewed it."
"Don't listen to the old man's nonsense. What do you mean 'just brewed'? It was clearly brewed especially for you guys." A teasing voice came from the main room. The old lady was wearing a modified Tang suit, and she was in good spirits, with a scholarly air, intellectual and elegant.
"Teacher's wife."
"Teacher's wife."
Yu Wan and Meng Shen greeted the kind and amiable old man very politely.
The old lady's smile deepened: "The two children are good-looking and seem sensible and well-behaved, just like Xiaoyue said on the phone, they are both good children."
Two well-behaved children: "..."
Yu Wan and Meng Shen exchanged a glance and decided that they should at least conceal Jiang Cheng's identity as a playboy salt merchant in front of the old lady.
Rong Yun, though embarrassed and annoyed by being exposed, chuckled instead, showing that the two old people had a very good relationship. "You two come and taste what kind of tea this is. If you guess correctly, I'll personally cook for you tonight."
Yu Wan's lips curled slightly.
Although Rong Yun sometimes seemed eccentric to outsiders, he was never biased towards the younger generation. He didn't neglect Meng Shen because of his favoritism towards himself; on the contrary, he took care of the feelings of both juniors. This cultivation and magnanimity earned her her admiration.
Grandma Rong covered her mouth and laughed: "Your teacher's cooking skills are excellent. It seems I'll be in for a treat thanks to you."
"Don't worry, Madam, I certainly won't let you down for this reason alone." Meng Shen stepped forward, poured a full cup of tea, held it up to his nose and took a deep sniff, then took a sip.
After a moment, he confidently raised his head and said with certainty, "The tea soup is a bright red color, with a faint aroma of orchid, sandalwood, bamboo and earth. It should be the Golden Melon Tribute Tea, the king of teas in the Pu'er family."
Meng Shen couldn't help but exclaim in admiration, his eyes crinkling with laughter: "We're truly in for a treat today."
Rong Jun was astonished and looked Meng Shen over again. It seemed that this young man was not a good-for-nothing playboy after all; he had been hiding his talents quite well.
He looked at Yu Wan, then at Meng Shen, puzzled: Is this how young people play nowadays?
When appreciating tea, one should first look at its color, then smell its aroma, and finally taste it. But these superficial skills alone are not enough; the art of tea is profound and extensive.
Composing himself, Rong Yun continued to probe, "How is the quality of the tea?"
Meng Shen: "The tea soup of Jin Gua Gong Cha ripe tea is golden and lustrous, with a rich ginseng and jujube flavor. This flavor is obviously more mellow, and the leaves are very dark in color, so it should be raw tea that has been aged for many years."
Not only Rong Yun, but even Old Madam Rong looked at Meng Shen with amazement and admiration in her eyes. Few young people understand tea so well.
Yu Wan smiled and said, "Shen Shen is very capable. He is extremely sensitive to taste. He can distinguish any tea that is available on the market and that he has tasted."
The two elderly people were stunned upon hearing this.
A trendy exclamation flashed through Rong Yun's mind: "The people around Wanwan are also a royal flush!"
No wonder.
No wonder she strongly recommended that Meng Shen participate in the 3T Challenge together.
"With such talent, you should go to the Institute of History and Culture to study ancient tea and contribute to promoting the 5,000-year-old cultural heritage." Grandma Rong's eyes shone, as if she was about to pack Meng Shen up and take him away at any moment.
"Don't even think about it." Meng Shen exaggeratedly clutched his chest: "My grandfather forced me to drink tea for several years when I was a kid, and I still have some lingering trauma from it."
Grandma Rong sighed regretfully, "Then come find me when you change your mind." Although she said that, she was just as stubborn as Rong Yun, and how could she let such a talented person slip away?
Meng Shen suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and a gust of wind made him sneeze.
Yu Wan raised her hand and touched his forehead. It wasn't hot, but she was still worried. She explained to the two elderly people, "Shen Shen had a slight fever this morning. Shall we go inside first?"
Upon hearing this, Grandma Rong immediately frowned: "Come inside quickly, there's ginger soup simmering on the small stove in the kitchen, I'll go get it."
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