The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 499 Our Shen Family's Secret Recipe

Chapter [-]: The Secret Recipe of Our Shen Family

Eight-level herbal tea recipe?

Hearing Ye Fan's words, the audience was silent for a moment, and then they all burst into laughter.

Obviously no one thought that Ye Fan had this ability.

You know, the fifth-grade herbal tea is already the best in the market, and the Shen family has relied on it for 30 years.

Once the eighth-grade herbal tea is produced, it will definitely sweep the entire beverage market, and even become a unicorn in China to compete with Coke.

How could Ye Fan have such a secret recipe?How can Ye Fan make such a herbal tea?

"Eight-level herbal tea? Ye Fan, who do you think you are?"

Zhang Xiuxue snorted: "You are a child from a poor family, you know what kind of herbal tea, and you are still eighth grade."

Shen Baodong also stared at Ye Fan and sneered: "If you can make eight-grade herbal tea, I will admit to stealing your secret recipe, and I will immediately kowtow to your mother and son to admit my mistake."

"Hehe, this Ye Fan is really loud, level eight, maybe even level three."

"Looking at his dirtbag appearance, he can only sneak peeks at my thighs, what kind of herbal tea do you know?"

"Heh, he also looks at my breasts, what a dick, he has never seen such a beautiful woman as us."

"Oh, we big girls with yellow flowers, it's a big loss for us to be seen by him like this..."

The female members of the Shen family who were watching all around ridiculed Ye Fan one after another, with expressions of contempt and disdain.

Shen Biqin was startled when she heard Ye Fan making the eight-grade herbal tea, and pulled Ye Fan to whisper: "Ye Fan..."

"Do not talk nonsense!"

Ye Fan signaled his mother not to worry, and then looked sharply at Shen Baodong and the others:
"If I make an eight-grade herbal tea, does that mean that my mother didn't steal your secret recipe?"

"If the pharmacology of the eighth-level herbal tea configured is in the same line as the upgraded version of Grandma's herbal tea, does it mean that Shen Baodong stole us?"

Ye Fan stepped forward and looked at the grandma closely: "It will be proved that Shen Baodong is a jerk, will grandma handle it fairly?"

"Ye Fan, don't make a fuss."

The great-grandmother sat up slightly, her eyes glaring coldly: "If you want to humiliate yourself, I will help you."

"If you have the ability, prepare the eight-grade herbal tea in front of everyone."

"As long as you can figure it out, I will declare Shen Biqin innocent in public, and the real thief is Shen Baodong!"

"I'll break his leg with my own hands with a cane."

"However, if you can't make it, then you two are thieves, family thieves."

"I will not only let the police deal with you strictly, but also let Mr. Wang and the others break your limbs before Song passes by."

"Do you dare to answer my words?"

Grandma is also one of the founders of herbal tea. She doesn't believe that Ye Fan can make eight-grade herbal tea. How can an inexperienced kid prepare it?
"Okay, then it's settled like this, everyone testifies."

Ye Fan waved his hand, then wrote a series of ingredients, and threw it to the old man with profuse ears:
"Help me find these herbs and equipment, and I will make them for you in public."

He wasn't worried about the secret recipe being leaked either. It was just the names of the raw materials, and the specific quantities were not written on it.

Grandma waved her left hand: "Go!"

The old man with profuse ears quickly went to gather the raw materials on the list. The manor had everything Ye Fan wanted, and he quickly gathered them together.

Then, another set of professionally brewed equipment was pushed into the hall.

Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense, he processed the raw materials as quickly as possible, and then let his mother do the work, and it started to cook in less than 10 minutes.

"Pretend, pretend, continue to pretend, let's see how long he can pretend."

"That's right, the hand gestures for making herbal tea seem like a rookie at first glance, even level eight."

"It will be brewed later, and everyone will vomit as soon as they drink it. What do you think he will look like?"

"I don't want to drink it. The herbal tea made by a hanging silk is not qualified to enter my mouth."

The onlookers sneered when they saw Ye Fan making it. Either the gesture was wrong, or the spoon was too small, or the heat was too hot. In short, they were sarcastic.

During the period, several herbal tea appraisers also walked in, sitting on both sides of the grandma and staring at Ye Fan, with a very indifferent expression.

Ye Fan ignored them at all and just concentrated on making herbal tea.

Although there are dozens of kinds of ingredients for making eight-grade herbal tea, it seems very troublesome, but for Ye Fan, there is still no problem.

After a little familiarity, he speeded up the process, and in less than two hours, a large pot of herbal tea was made.

Ye Fan brought dozens of porcelain bowls, filled them all up, and let dozens of Shen family members and appraisers each have a bowl.

This eight-grade herbal tea is emerald green throughout, looks like sugarcane water, and has a pleasant fragrance.

Everyone's appetites were whetted, but no one spoke first, worrying that they would be guinea pigs.

Zhang Xiuxue sneered: "What is this? Can I drink it?"

Shen Baodong also had a look of disdain: "What's the difference with the sugarcane water on the roadside? It's not high-grade."

The rest of the people also looked similar, looking appetizing, but reaching the eighth level of herbal tea is far away.

"Don't talk nonsense, just taste it and you will know whether it has reached level eight."

Ye Fan's voice turned cold: "In addition to the function of clearing heat and getting angry, it can not only treat minor illnesses and pains, but also resolve liver depression and resentment, and relieve mood."

"It blows just like the real thing."

The great-grandmother snorted disdainfully, took a deep breath, and waved to several appraisers: "Old Qin, try it."

She didn't even want to drink the herbal tea prepared by Ye Fan.

The rest of the Shen family had similar expressions, and they didn't want to be guinea pigs.

"Ok."

The four appraisers took the eighth-grade herbal tea to their lips disapprovingly.

As soon as the herbal tea was approached, the fragrance flooded into their noses and mouths, making them unable to stop their lips from approaching and enjoy it with their eyes closed.

They originally planned to spit out the herbal tea as soon as they ate it. After all, it was impossible for Ye Fan to make an eighth-grade herbal tea.

But once they drink it, they can't control themselves at all.

A sense of freedom and joy emanated from the heart.

As if he was a bird in the sky, flying freely.

As if I were a fish in the river, jumping up carefree.

A joyful and comfortable sense of freedom and joy arises spontaneously from the bottom of my heart, and all kinds of depression and unhappiness in my heart are swept away in an instant.

"Ok?"

Grandma, Shen Baodong and Zhang Xiuxue waited to see Ye Fan's jokes, but soon, they were dumbfounded.

Because, they saw that the appraiser's eyes were shining, his body was trembling, and then he stood up and shouted:

"Happy, happy, good tea."

The four were very excited: "Century-year herbal tea, century-old herbal tea."

"Is this... is it... really delicious?"

Seeing the gaffe of the four appraisers, dozens of Shen family members all shrank their pupils.

"impossible!"

Shen Baodong and Zhang Xiuxue's expressions changed drastically.

They picked it up and gulped it down, and then there was panic in their eyes.

"Appraiser, what's the result?"

At this time, even the grandma couldn't hold her breath anymore.

Elder Qin controlled his emotions and replied: "Back to grandma, this herbal tea does have eight grades!"

"Level eight!"

"Level eight!"

"Level eight!"

The rest of the appraisers also gave ratings, each with a very excited expression.

"Oh my god, what kind of herbal tea is this? Why is it so delicious? Drinking it will refresh you."

"The bubbles in my mouth don't hurt anymore, it's okay..."

"My stomach pain just now has also disappeared, this herbal tea is so effective..."

"It's so delicious, it's so powerful, it's worthy of being an eighth-grade herbal tea."

At this moment, the members of the Shen family also picked up the herbal tea and drank it. Their original disdain and contempt turned into shock, disbelief, and excitement.

The great-grandmother picked it up tremblingly, and took a sip unwillingly.

The next second, she flicked her wrist, and with a bang, the porcelain bowl fell into pieces.

Tea juice all over the floor.

Everyone looked at Ye Fan, and they never thought that he really made an eight-grade herbal tea.

The former rookie suddenly became a master. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it.

"Shen Baodong, what else can you say?"

In the silence of the audience, Ye Fan took a step forward and stared at Shen Baodong and the others:
"The sixth-grade herbal tea was originally dedicated to the Shen family by my mother, as compensation for leaking the secret recipe 20 years ago."

"In the end, you tricked her into taking it for yourself, and you even accused her of stealing the secret recipe, trying to obliterate her contribution."

He drank out: "Now, the eighth grade herbal tea is in front of you, what else do you have to say?"

Shen Baodong and Zhang Xiuxue looked ugly.

Shen Biqin let out a long breath, not only feeling elated, but also happy that Ye Fan got justice without fighting.

"Grandma, did you just say that you broke Shen Baodong's leg?"

Ye Fan looked at his grandma again and said, "You are the head of the family, now please seek justice."

He gave the Shen family one last chance.

Shen Baodong subconsciously shouted: "Grandma—"

Grandma stood up, looked at Ye Fan and smiled coldly:
"Ye Fan, on the basis of Shen Baodong's sixth-grade herbal tea, you can improve this eighth-grade herbal tea, which is rare in a century. I have to say that you are very talented in herbal tea."

"You write down the secret recipe of our Shen family's eight-level herbal tea and keep it. We will not pursue your mother's theft of the secret recipe and your hurting others, and give her a chance to return to the Shen family."

"Otherwise, I will call the police and arrest you..."

Shen Biqin's face turned pale, and her belief in family affection collapsed in an instant...

(End of this chapter)