The ceramic breaks with a crisp sound.

Mr. Ruan still felt unsatisfied, so he threw another one: "How dare you compare this fake of yours with the longevity noodles made by Chuchu? Do you know that the noodles cooked by our Chuchu can be auctioned for a higher price than your broken porcelain?"

He is not exaggerating. In addition to fans who love her career and looks, Chuchu also has a large number of food fans who are attracted by her cooking skills.

There are many wealthy people who want to pay huge sums of money for support in the fan group.

Ruan Zhihao was so scared that he took a step back, looking at the broken porcelain, feeling suffocated with pain.

This is five million! Even if it is a fake and I don’t want it, I can take it back and return it. The person introduced by his brother must be reliable.

But now that he has fallen, how can he find someone to seek justice?

"Go away and don't get in the way."

Old Master Ruan glanced at Ruan Zhihao. This good-for-nothing and dissolute son was trying to please him for no reason. He was probably eyeing the shares he had.

Humph, let him think about it, but I won’t give it to him.

Ruan Zhihao was scolded so hard that he dared not even breathe and could only stand aside.

At this time, Ruan Chu went upstairs and took something down. She glanced at Ruan Zhihao and handed the gift box to Mr. Ruan.

"Grandpa, this is the birthday present I prepared for you."

Mr. Ruan raised his lips, "You cooked noodles for grandpa and you also prepared a gift."

Mr. Ruan said he didn't care, but when he got it he couldn't wait to open it.

Ruan Zhihao muttered: "Could this be a temporary preparation to make up the numbers?"

After Mr. Ruan opened it and saw it, he looked at Ruan Chu in surprise, "Chu Chu, this is..."

Ruan Chu glanced at Ruan Zhihao and sneered in her heart. Her father was suddenly trying to please her grandfather and put on a show in front of him. It was simply because he was worried that her grandfather would give her all the shares that should have been given to the second wife, leaving him nothing to support his mistress and illegitimate children.

Gu Yang was also somewhat curious about what could have surprised Mr. Ruan so much, so he leaned over to take a look and raised his eyebrows, "Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Da Hong Pao?"

Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao is the king of teas, and the tea leaves from the mother trees, which have a history of three to four hundred years, are priceless.

Anyway, he didn't really understand what was so good about tea, nor did he understand why the old man was so excited about receiving some tea.

Mr. Ruan rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Gu Yang's mouth twitched. "The Da Hong Pao from the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain is very hard to come by. And second uncle, this is not black tea, it is oolong tea, which belongs to the green tea series."

Ruan Zhihao, who only knows black tea and green tea: "..."

This Gu Yang is so annoying! Can't he just shut up like Gu Jin?

"He knows nothing, what do you say to him?"

Mr. Ruan pushed the teapot in front of Gu Yang and said, "You always make green tea. Let's try something different."

Gu Yang: "... Isn't it you who always put Biluochun on the table?"

But she also knew that the old man wanted to try the Dahongpao, but was afraid of wasting the tea leaves, so he asked her to make it.

Considering that Mr. Ruan was the birthday boy, Gu Yang didn't expose his little thoughts.

Mr. Ruan snorted, then looked at Ruan Chu with a sharp gaze and asked meaningfully, "This tea is not easy to get. Where did it come from?"

He loves tea, so he naturally knows how rare this mother tree Dahongpao is.

Ruan Chu felt as if he had been seen through. "I asked a friend to buy it for me. He just happened to have connections."

Gu Yang brewed some Da Hong Pao tea and asked with a smile, "Is the friend my cousin is talking about Ji Linbai?"

Gu Jin calmly took the first cup of tea before Feng Jue and Old Man Ruan, sipped the tea slowly, and raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ruan Chu when he heard the words.

She said that this Dahongpao looked a little familiar.

No wonder some time ago, Ji Linbai, who had never been interested in tea, suddenly bought 50 grams of mother tree Dahongpao from her at a high price.

(End of this chapter)