1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 407: The road is easier when you have more friends
(403 is out. Although it lacks some content and details, it is still watchable.)
In Quancheng, on the south bank of the moat, there is a small courtyard in an ancient city that looks like what was common in the 1970s and 1980s.

There is no most common ivy climbing up the walls.

An old Globe amaranth vine, after being carefully pruned, has two thick branches on the outer wall, one on the left and one on the right, and then spreads out two curtains of red flowers full of vitality;

In the middle of the courtyard is a low flower bed in an irregular 8 shape.

On the cobblestone flower bed, there are two not-particularly old wisteria trees planted on the east and west sides. It is May now and the flowers have not yet completely bloomed. The blue-purple inflorescences hang down like a meteor shower, adding a bit of dreamy color to this historic courtyard.

Under the wisteria tree, dozens of pots of orchids of various colors are stacked in a somewhat random manner.

Jinzhong basin, Xishen, Songmei...

Those that Yang Mo could call out by name, and those that he couldn't, were thrown randomly in the shade under the tree like garbage.

But if you look at them a few more times, you will find that although the placement of these orchids looks messy, they each occupy the best position where light and shade intersect; they are protected from direct exposure to the sun, but also have access to some sunlight. Under the cover of the wisteria, they alternate between light and shade sporadically, forming a mysterious rhythm... In short, this is a way of placement that makes people who don't grow orchids feel uncomfortable, but people who have grown orchids feel refreshed.

Yang Mo first looked with interest at the rather elegant small well curb at the right corner of the yard, then looked at the seven or eight bird cages hanging under the eaves, and finally patted the armrest of the rattan chair under him, which looked inconspicuous but had a bit of wildness.

"Sister Zhuo is indeed a person who understands the fun of life."

Looking at Zhuo Mali who asked the waiter to leave and started to light a fire with pine blocks herself, Yang Mo said with a smile.

Texas is a place where there are really not many places worth visiting. Therefore, as mentioned earlier, every weekend, residents who do not have the means will crowd into department stores, Xinhu Park, and Dahua Commercial Demonstration Zone; while those who have the means will drive to surrounding cities or attractions for fun.

Therefore, as the capital of Qilu Province, and with many attractions to visit, Quancheng is naturally the first choice for a weekend day trip.

It's just that Yang Mo is a otaku at heart. Unless he goes out to fish, he doesn't care about going out for fun. Therefore, if Miss Mu didn't want to come out for a change of air, he would never accept Zhuo Mali's invitation... Unlike the drilling company located between the two cities, Dezhou is more than 120 kilometers away from Quancheng, and it takes more than two hours to drive.

Instead of wasting more than two hours on the road, he hugged Miss Mu in his room and tried every way to take advantage of her... Isn't it great?
However, what surprised Yang Mo was that Zhuo Mali seemed to have some understanding of his character. Anyway, there was no speed limit in the traffic regulations at that time, so she asked the driver to drive at high speed. Not only did they arrive at Quancheng in just over an hour, but they also took the two of them to this seemingly inconspicuous courtyard to boil water and drink tea.

This is very much to Yang Mo's liking.

Therefore, he, who was always frugal with his words, gave a rare and sincere compliment.

………………

Hearing that Yang Mo didn't even bring up the time wasted on the road, Zhuo Mali couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and her mood improved greatly... She guessed right!

Whether it is the drilling company, Dahua Company, or even other external units, there are a lot of people who want to establish personal relationships with Yang Mo.

But how to establish a personal friendship with this young man is a headache for everyone.

This guy doesn't seem to care that much about money.

In other words, as long as this guy is willing, he can instantly become the richest man in Texas without you being able to find any weakness in him... Therefore, if you give him money directly, it would be tantamount to bringing humiliation upon yourself.

This guy is not interested in various cultural relics and antiques.

Although I don't know whether it's true or not, this guy always acts like a rough guy. Although it is said that he and a few friends published a collection of prose poems at their own expense, his daily behavior really has nothing to do with a cultured person... Didn't you see those cloisonné vases and antiques in his office that the Eggplant Girl gave him? This guy has never played with them. If you give him cultural relics, calligraphy and paintings, it would be like winking at a blind man.

What's even worse is that this guy is not at all interested in all those rare foreign gadgets that are popular among people nowadays.

He was not interested in watches, large-screen color TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, game consoles, imported fishing rods, brand-name suits, ties, leather shoes, and brand-name lighters. Someone even wanted to give him a Toshiba laptop, which was the rarest at the time and so expensive that it could give someone a heart attack, but he pushed the offer back without even a second thought... This was the most troublesome thing for others, as all indications were that he did not have the curiosity and vanity that a young person should have.

what?
You said that young people are in love with each other, so why don't you start with the aspect of "lust"?
Please, before you say that, find me a woman whose appearance, temperament and even figure are better than Miss Mu's.

With Miss Mu standing there, even a fool wouldn't consider starting from this aspect... at least not in the first few years before and after the two of them got married.

Therefore, faced with such a guy who is immune to all poisons but has a stubborn and willful temper, everyone is really scared.

But almost everyone was unwilling to give up trying to establish a personal relationship with Yang Mo.

The reason is very simple. No matter whether it is Tugou, Bai Mengmeng, the little fat guy Zhang Jun, Su Yu, Sun Jian, or even Zhang Lin and Chen Feiyu, these people who have become friends with Yang Mo by chance, have received benefits that are simply enviable under the overt or covert care of this guy.

Not to mention the two lucky guys, Miss Mu and Zhang Wenshun...

Everyone saw how the former, with the help of Yang Mo, gained the right to speak for himself and his father.
As for the latter, the reason why Mr. Wang was able to return ahead of schedule and he himself jumped from a marginal figure to the person in charge of the drilling company to maintain the third place and strive for the second place was all due to Yang Mo's initial efforts.

In a simple sentence,

Anyone who could gain Yang Mo's personal friendship would basically be promoted to a higher level... Even if they had not yet reached that level, it was because of the rules framework and the time had not yet come.

And this is when Yang Mo is just a small section chief now. When he can be promoted to deputy director or even director level, the benefits will be exciting just thinking about it.

Therefore, faced with such an opportunity to curry favor with someone powerful, no one was willing to give it up... Even someone with a family background like Zhuo Mali, after seeing with her own eyes that Song Wenxuan gained so many benefits by just wandering around the imperial capital because of Yang Mo's not-so-sincere help, she couldn't help but be tempted.

But unlike those other people who only know how to play the old three tricks, Zhuo Mali, who firmly believes that human nature is evil, never believes that a person can really reach the point of having no desires or demands... Even though Yang Mo showed a strong desire for control that could be called dictatorial in front of everyone, she absolutely did not believe that a young man had no personal interests other than power!

So, after careful observation and investigation, she came to a conclusion.

Perhaps because he was in a prominent position too early, Yang Mo, who was always unwilling to get too involved in various causes and effects, has been walking on thin ice all the way in the past two years... It was precisely because of this special growth experience that this guy, who is less than 25 years old, does not have any of the enthusiasm that young people should have. In terms of mental maturity and living habits, he is more like an old man in his fifties or sixties.

Since he is an old man, you should deal with him in an old man's way and cater to his preferences.

Fortunately, at least judging from Yang Mo's current reaction, my guess should be reliable...

………………

Thinking of this, Zhuomali stood up with a smile and took an old-looking unglazed pottery jar from a little girl. Then she took a bamboo spoon and scooped the water in it into the coarse pottery kettle one spoonful at a time.

After gracefully placing the earthenware kettle on the red clay stove, Zhuomali ignored Yang Mo and chuckled at Mu Liya: "Sister Mu, although Quancheng can be considered an industrial city, the water here is recognized as the best for making tea;"

“It’s just that people from other places only know about Baotu Spring, but only the people from Old Spring City will tell you that the water from Black Tiger Spring is the best for brewing tea!”

It seemed that she had a good impression of this old lady. After hearing this, Mu Liya nodded first, and then asked curiously: "I see that there are some water stains on the outside of this pottery jar, which means... this jar of water was just fetched from the Black Tiger Spring?"

Zhuo Mali laughed, "Of course. Spring water is living water. The reason why it is expensive is that it is 'living'. You have to get fresh spring water to taste its sweetness and charm. If you leave it for one more second, the charm will disappear... If you get it early, what's the difference between it and the pure water stored in the tank on weekdays?"

As she spoke, Zhuomali took out a bamboo spoon and scooped a spoonful of spring water into the teacup in front of Mu Liya: "Try it and see if it is different from the water we drink every day."

Mu Liya did not refuse. She picked up the cup and took a small sip. As the cool feeling melted in her mouth, the young lady felt that the slight heat that had been rising in her body was instantly suppressed.

"what?"

After shuddering slightly, Muliya looked at the remaining spring water in the teacup with some surprise.

Although drinking a sip of freshly gushing spring water is indeed a very pleasant way to cool off in early summer, and fresh spring water is indeed known for its sweetness, the Black Tiger Spring water she just drank, in addition to being icy and sweet, also has a different kind of taste that is hard to describe but quite pleasant... This is certainly different from the defluoridated water that the drilling company drinks, and it is also completely different from the mineral water she used to drink.

"Great water! Sister Zhuo, thank you for your hard work!"

Muliya put down the teacup with admiration.

Since this courtyard is located on the south bank of the moat, it is naturally not far from the Black Tiger Spring.

But those who have been on the whole journey know that, no matter in the past or now, this city once famous for its springs has never lacked citizens queuing up in front of the major springs to get water with buckets...especially famous springs like Baotu Spring and Black Tiger Spring.

You have to know that at that time in China, money had not yet made the world go round, and the people in the old spring city were also very concerned about their reputation. For a famous spring like the Black Tiger Spring that was open to the public, under normal circumstances, apart from queuing up in an orderly manner to get water, it was actually difficult for you to enjoy any priority.

It has only been ten minutes since she and Yang Mo entered the courtyard, and she was able to keep track of the time and deliver the freshly obtained Black Tiger Spring water directly during the freshest period of time. From this one detail alone, we can see how much thought and effort Sister Zhuo has put into it.

Zhuo Mali heard this, but waved her hands indifferently: "Since I am the host, I naturally cannot treat the eldest sister of the Mu family lightly...Besides, I am the elder sister who is in the wrong for delaying the two of you from being intimate in the house on the weekend. If I am too perfunctory, your wife will peel off my skin!"

Although she had witnessed the uninhibited nature of married women in Northeast China at the last barbecue party, when Zhuo Mali said to her in person, "You're interrupting the two of you from being intimate in the house," Miss Mu, who had always been thin-skinned, couldn't stand it and two red clouds flew up immediately.

It's all your fault. You bully others to death whenever you have the chance. Now, Luo Luo, that big mouth, spreads the news. Even Sister Zhuo knows about the ridiculous things you did, right? ?

The last time Zhuomali went to her place for the first time for a party, Yang Mo was acting rudely towards her, so she just thought that it was the eggplant girl who was careless enough to let the old lady know about it after she saw the problem. She didn't know that this was a common nagging dirty talk among married women in Northeast China.

Thinking of this, Miss Mu glared at someone beside her with hatred, and then cleverly changed the subject: "Such good water should not be wasted. What good tea will Sister Zhuo bring us today to open our eyes?"

"The newly released Ziyang Maojian?"

"Biluochun from Dongting Mountain?"

"The Taiping Kuijian of Huangshan Mountain?"

"Or... the legendary eleven-note jasmine tea?"

It was only mid-May and the peak season for the Mingqian tea had not yet passed, so Mu Liya immediately thought of these good teas that were top-notch but still within their ability to obtain.

Before she finished her words, Zhuo Mali burst out laughing: "Sister Mu, other teas are fine, but if I really dare to make jasmine tea for you to drink, won't your wife turn against me on the spot?"

Mu Liya was a little puzzled: "Why? Although jasmine tea is very common, most of them are three-note or six-note. Nine-note is already a very good tea... and the legendary eleven-note jasmine is the best of the best, okay!?"

At this point, she seemed to remember something and gently touched Yang Mo with her arm: "Yang Mo, I see you drink a lot of jasmine tea, maybe you don't like jasmine tea?" The tea Yang Mo drank recently was all jasmine tea she got from her father. She thought that since her father liked jasmine tea, Yang Mo should like it too, so she brought all the nine bottles of jasmine tea in Mu Siyuan's cabinet, leaving nothing behind.
Although she was scolded by Mu Siyuan on the phone afterwards and was nicknamed "spendthrift girl", she was quite satisfied to see Yang Mo drinking with gusto.

However, if Yang Mo was drinking just for her sake and not because he liked it, then she would be a little hurt... The sister Zhuo in front of her was very perceptive, and she didn't quite believe that the other party was making a point.

Seeing Miss Mu's suspicious eyes sweeping over, Yang Mo shrugged innocently: "Who told you that I don't like jasmine tea? It's fragrant, sweet, and so delicious... Besides, the tea you got from my father-in-law is all top-notch tea, nine-note jasmine tea... the kind that you may not be able to buy even if you have money. Am I so ungrateful?"

This is actually half true and half false.

Indeed, with each additional scent of jasmine tea, the difficulty of making it goes up a level, and after seven scents, the difficulty almost doubles with each additional scent. So let alone the present, even in the future, nine scents of jasmine tea are truly good stuff, the kind that you may not be able to buy even if you have money... As for eleven scents, that is the legendary best, and 99.99% of people don't even have the chance to smell it.

But on the other hand, Yang Mo is not very interested in this kind of scented tea... Not just jasmine, but also oolong, Tieguanyin, Qihong, Dianhong and so on. He is not interested in any tea that smells fragrant and tastes sweet but has no bitter taste.

You can say he is a rough guy, or that he is a wild boar who cannot eat fine bran, but there is nothing you can do, that is his taste.

Therefore, although he does not reject jasmine tea, which has a bit of tea flavor, he just does not reject it... Don't think that he has been drinking a jar of jasmine tea all day long recently, but that is actually just for the sake of Miss Mu, and it is just an option that is better than nothing.

Hearing the word "father-in-law", Miss Mu, who was in the midst of passionate love, blushed immediately and glared at Yang Mo with her crescent-shaped eyes in reproach.

What father-in-law? We haven’t even gotten married yet... stop yelling!
Having said that, she had already forgotten what she was going to ask. She just held the teacup and sipped the remaining spring water in it like an ordinary little woman, smiling.

Zhuo Mali saw all this and just smiled.

It is obvious that although the Mu family has the habit of drinking tea, it is due to national tradition. They are not so particular about drinking tea... This is actually normal. Even if it is not based on national tradition and brewing methods, the real powerful people are not very proficient in these so-called elegant things.

The reason is not difficult to understand... Whether it is Mu Siyuan or Miss Mu, they are both busy people with a lot of work. How could they have so much free time to sit down and study tea?

But in fact, in the tea circle, there is a chain of contempt for tea.

The purpose of drinking tea is to taste its original flavor, the aura and charm condensed in a leaf of the best of nature. Apart from the very basic steps, any unnecessary acquired steps will only detract from it, not to mention jasmine tea, which needs to be artificially scented and have the fragrance of flowers added to it?
Therefore, this is also a very important reason why people in the imperial capital and Tianjin who love jasmine tea are often despised by people from other places when it comes to drinking tea... Although the reason why these two places love jasmine tea was originally because the groundwater there is salty and bitter, and they need to use the fragrance of flowers to cover up the odor, it is a historical tradition caused by objective reasons, but there is no way, this is how the tea circle is.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Mali glanced at the kettle that had begun to emit white steam, bent down slightly, took out a small porcelain jar from under the tea table, and gently handed it over.

"Mr. Yang, it's a coincidence that a friend of mine happened to be interviewing and filming in southern Yunnan two months ago, and the filming location happened to be in Pu'er;"

"The last time I went to your office, I found that there was only a small half cake of Pu'er left in the cabinet. I thought it would be ugly for a vice president to have a half cake of Pu'er in his office, so I asked my friend to help collect some from the local village."

Zhuomali sighed with some regret, "It's a pity that my friend was busy with work and didn't have time to send the harvested tea leaves to the tea factory to help press them into cakes. He could only hastily select a few ancient trees that were said to be very old, and then brought the raw materials back... I can only inconvenience you for now."

"But I think it doesn't matter. My friend and I don't know much about Pu'er anyway. I'll bring some raw materials back for you to try. We'll talk about it later if you feel you can get used to it... Anyway, my friend has already paid for the tea from those ancient trees. If you like it, it won't be too late to go and get it pressed some other time."

As she spoke, Zhuo Mali gently placed the teapot in front of Yang Mo, a smile flashing in her eyes.

As we all know, Yang Mo is very busy nowadays.

But even though he was so busy, and even though he had the extremely convenient jasmine tea in a large pot, the two cakes of Pu'er tea in his office cabinet were still decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

What does this indicate?
This shows that compared to the expensive Nine-flavor Jasmine Tea, what Yang Mo really likes is the two cakes of Pu'er tea, which are not mainstream at present and are much cheaper.

Zhuo Mali could even imagine that whenever he encountered any difficulties at work, or something that required serious thinking, he would take out the last half piece of Pu'er tea from the cabinet and brew it himself, and then after a short relaxation, he would do some in-depth thinking.

And a very interesting detail is that the last time she went to report to Yang Mo, she had carefully observed while waiting that in Yang Mo's office, apart from the half cake of fading Pu'er tea, there were only two cans of Nine-flavor Jasmine Tea that were obviously made by Miss Mu.

What does this show? Yang Mo has no interest in the most popular and well-known green teas at the moment... His preference for tea is actually very limited, and he only likes Pu'er raw tea.

what?
Don’t you think that nowadays Pu’er is more valued for its ripened Pu’er tea, driven by businessmen from Hong Kong and Taiwan?
Please~!

As I said earlier, there is a chain of contempt in the tea circle. The more human intervention there is in the tea, the lower its ecological niche. How can the ripe Pu'er that needs to be fermented in piles be compared with the raw Pu'er in the eyes of someone who truly understands tea tasting?

In fact, the reason why she didn't press the Pu'er she received from others into the mainstream Seven-piece Cake and just sent the raw material over was also out of this consideration... Although Seven-piece Cake is also made directly from sun-dried green materials, there is an additional steam softening process in the middle. In principle, the raw green loose material is more authentic and it is easier to taste the real mountain flavor.

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Sure enough, when Yang Mo heard that this inconspicuous-looking jar contained Pu'er sun-dried green material, and that it was sun-dried green material from a single ancient tree, he suddenly became interested.

"Oh? Your friend collected them from the village in Pu'er? That village?"

Yang Mo picked up the jar, opened it, took out a handful of dry tea and examined it carefully.

hmm~
The standard is one bud and two leaves. It seems that this has been specifically stated, so the villagers did not pass off old stems with one bud and three leaves or two buds and five leaves as good ones.

The strands of dry tea are dark green and thick. Although this does not necessarily mean that this is tea picked from ancient trees, the fact that there are no green or yellow flakes throughout the tea shows that at least people have put some effort into the sorting process.

Yang Mo picked up the dry tea and sniffed it. After finding that there was no obvious smoky smell, he became curious: "Sister Zhuo, which village did you collect this tea from?"

Zhuo Mali spread her hands and said, "This is really difficult for me. I just heard from my friend that the Pu'er tea there is good, so I asked him to bring some back. As for which village the tea is from, I really didn't ask."

After hearing this, Yang Mo was a little disappointed, but not extremely disappointed... Pu'er tea was not popular at that time, and people didn't care about the mountain where the tea came from. Even the loose materials from Laobanzhang Village were mixed with tea from other villages and sent to the tea factory to be pressed into cakes and made into cooked tea. Unless someone specifically told him so, it was normal for people not to remember which village the tea was collected from.

Seeing Yang Mo was a little disappointed, Zhuo Mali's eyes flashed with a smile: "But, I seem to have heard my friend mention it on the phone... They went there to shoot ethnic customs and local culture, and there are two large tea trees in that village that are said to be extremely old, and can be called the king of trees, so I vaguely remember... It seems to be called Qianjia something?"

Yang Mo's eyes widened in disbelief: "Qianjiazhai!?"

Anyone who knows something about Pu'er tea should know that there are two tea trees, one male and one female, in Qianjiazhai, which are said to be the King of Tea trees whose age can be traced back to the Spring and Autumn Period... These trees can no longer be regarded as the ancestors of domestic tea trees, but should be regarded as living fossils in the tea tree world!

In fact, these two tea king trees have made great contributions to Qianjiazhai’s formation of the best wild tea tree ecology in the country and its becoming a famous village in Pu’er.

Seeing Yang Mo's somewhat out-of-control look, Zhuo Mali couldn't help but smile: "Hmm... yes, it seems to be called Qianjia Village. Brother, you are really well-informed. You can even name a village in southern Yunnan thousands of miles away!"

Yang Mo was in no mood to listen to this peach's flattery, his voice trembling a little: "Sister Zhuo, could it be that this jar of tea came from those two...ancient trees?"

It's no wonder that Yang Mo lost his composure. Everyone on earth knows how expensive the leaves picked from the tea trees that were later crowned with the title of "King of Tea Tree" are. Moreover, many times you may not be able to drink them even if you have money. Some of the tea leaves produced by the real King of Tea Trees don't even give you the chance to bid for them.

The two tea king trees in Qianjiashu basically belong to the latter situation... Even if it is the mother tree in Iceland, you have the opportunity to drink its tea, but you basically don’t even have the qualifications to smell the two ancient tea trees in Qianjiazhai that are more than 2,000 years old.

Zhuomali shrugged her shoulders when she heard this. "Brother, are you kidding me? Those two tea king trees are our ancestors. Although Pu'er tea is not popular nowadays, a rare item like this is not something that a small person like my friend can buy with a little money... There are many people who want this kind of thing."

After saying that, the peach looked at the kettle that had begun to steam rapidly, took the teapot from Yang Mo, and then carefully grabbed two handfuls of extremely rich dry tea and threw them into the covered bowl: "However, although this pot of tea is not from the two tea ancestors, it is from their sons... Even if it is not as good as the two tea king trees, it should not be much worse."

As she spoke, Zhuomali picked up the kettle and poured water along the wall: "Don't be impatient, brother. Try drinking it first. If you think the tea from somewhere tastes good, we can find a way to get some tea from those two old ancestors to taste... With your current ability, as long as you are willing to find a few more friends to help, this is not a big deal after all... right?"

Oh?
Find a few more friends to help?

Yang Mo looked at Zhuo Mali's extremely skillful brewing technique, which was not very suitable for ancient tree raw Pu'er tea, with some amusement, and laughed: "Sister Zhuo, have you ever heard of this saying?"

Zhuo Mali paused for a moment and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Yang Mo glanced at her with a smile: "When tea meets water, it sacrifices itself."

Zhuo Mali was stunned for a moment, then shook her head honestly: "I haven't heard of it."

Yang Mo spread his hands and said, "Good tea goes with good water, which is a matter of course. However, using the water from Quancheng to brew tea from southern Yunnan may not really bring out the flavor it should have!"

Zhuo Mali glanced at him, and with a smile, she scraped the foam that overflowed from the bowl with the lid, then used the lid as the axis to gracefully rotate the bowl: "Don't limit yourself to one region or one place. Although one is in the south and the other is in the north, we are in Qilu after all, right? Besides, the water from the Black Tiger Spring is world-famous. If the Pu'er tea brewed with such good water is not delicious, then it probably means that this place is not suitable for drinking Pu'er."

Yang Mo curled his lips: "That's not necessarily true... Maybe the water is good water, and the tea is good tea. The water from the Black Tiger Spring and the ancient Pu'er tea from Qianjiazhai are a perfect match... But if we force brewing at this time, we may not be able to brew a satisfactory cup of tea."

Zhuomali frowned slightly: "Oh?"

Yang Mo leisurely touched a cigarette and lit it: "Sister Zhuo, you may not know much about Pu'er. No matter how good the ancient tree tea is, it must be stored in a cool and ventilated place for three to five months after it is picked, so that the heat in the tea leaves can gradually disappear. Only then can it be a cup of good-tasting tea that becomes more mellow as it is stored... If you brew it right after picking it, I'm afraid that people with a sensitive tongue may not be able to stand the green taste and the mixed feeling!"

Ok? ? ?
Zhuo Mali's hand movements suddenly slowed down unconsciously, and her eyes looked a little unnatural.

Yang Mo's words couldn't be more blunt.

It was not surprising that the other party could see through her intention. After all, no one would be stupid enough to treat Yang Mo as an ordinary young man nowadays, and sincerity was the most important thing in personal relationships. She had no intention of hiding her intentions.

only……

Isn't it a bit too inhumane to almost block the conversation right from the start?
You know, even if I'm a newcomer, I'm already a member of the gang after all. Being so unkind and not even giving me a chance to get close to me is a bit too much, isn't it?

Looking at Zhuomali's somewhat frozen movements, Yang Mo suddenly laughed: "Of course, Pu'er has always been famous for its thousands of mountains and thousands of flavors. Maybe the tea from some villages does not necessarily need to remove the heat;"

"How about this, Sister Zhuo? Since we don't have anything to do today, why don't you talk to me about your friends first?"

Zhuomali heaved a sigh of relief when she heard this. So this is what you are focusing on.

I was so scared, I thought you wouldn't even give me a chance to get close to you!
Thinking of this, Zhuo Mali tucked up her hair without making a sound, showing off her mature charm to the fullest without realizing it: "Brother, we are legal affairs people, and we have many friends from all over the world, but I don't know...what kind of friends you want to talk about?"

Oh?
Do you have a lot of friends who travel around the mountains?

A smile flashed across Yang Mo's lips, and he felt that this old sister was becoming more and more interesting...

(End of this chapter)