Chapter 417: Old Man: This box of tea is exactly the same as the one he treasures!
After returning home for so long, Huo Yao experienced for the first time the feeling of being "isolated" by her biological parents and brother. She picked up her chopsticks, ate her meal in silence, and occasionally glanced at the old man beside her.
I really don’t know what kind of magic potion this deceitful old man has fed to the three of them, so that they don’t even believe what she says.
After dinner, Huo Yao was about to go back to her room, but Song Ning ordered her to stay and talk to the old man, so she had to continue sitting in the living room.
He didn't take the initiative to talk, but took out his cell phone and started playing.
Mr. Huo walked over and saw his daughter's indifferent look, and couldn't help but shook his head in sorrow.
He sat down next to the old man, and then he thought of something and asked him, "Do you like tea?"
Mr. Huo always has a cup of tea after dinner every day, and today is no exception.
The old man, who also loves drinking tea, brightened up and nodded, "That's my hobby too."
Seeing this, Mr. Huo stood up again and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go get the tea set."
The old man was not polite to others. He had been away from home for two days and hadn't sat down to have a cup of tea in peace. He felt quite uncomfortable.
Huo Yao held the phone, glanced at his father and the liar old man, shook his head, turned his back to the two of them, and continued to look down at his phone.
Father Huo walked to the temperature-controlled storage room where tea leaves were stored, scanned the collection of tea leaves on the wooden shelves, and finally landed on the box of Wuyi Dahongpao.
His eyes paused for a few seconds, then he reached out to pick up the tea leaves, picked up a set of purple clay teapots next to him, and walked out of the storage room.
The old man is special, so it's only right that he be treated with good tea.
Not long after, Mr. Huo returned to the living room with a complete set of purple clay tea sets and tea leaves.
When the old man saw the set of purple clay teapots in Mr. Huo's hands, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
The purple clay teapot produced during the Zhengde and Jiajing periods is worth hundreds of thousands of yuan just for one cup.
The old man tapped his fingers slowly on his knees, as if thinking about something.
"What kind of tea does grandpa like to drink on weekdays?" Mr. Huo asked while boiling water.
"I drink all kinds of tea, including black tea, green tea and oolong tea." The old man said with a smile.
Although he is in his early eighties, apart from his gray hair, the wrinkles on his face are not too obvious. His face is rosy and he looks full of energy.
"I got a box of rare Da Hong Pao some time ago, and it's a good opportunity to open it and taste it together today." Father Huo took the iron box next to him and said.
Upon hearing this, the old man said, "Then I am in for a treat today."
His attention then fell on the tea box in Mr. Huo's hand. When he saw the familiar box... the old man was stunned.
This box is exactly the same as the box of Dahongpao that he has treasured for many years?
The old man felt that there was something wrong with his eyes, and he raised his hand and rubbed it twice. When he looked again, the box was still the box he was most familiar with.
After he bought the box of Dahongpao, he specially asked someone to make a sealed box that could store tea for a long time.
It can be said that it is definitely unique and there is no possibility of imitations out there.
So... this box of tea is the one in his storage room?
But he remembered that when he left, the tea seemed to be still there?
While the old man was wondering and thinking, Father Huo had already taken out the tea, brewed it, and poured the first cup for the old man.
When the tea is brewed, a long-lasting and rich aroma of Dahongpao tea floats in the air.
"Grandpa, please try it." said Mr. Huo.
The rest of the updates will be before 12 o'clock~I crawled away dejectedly with the lid on my head.
(End of this chapter)
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