The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 164 Lin Ying Returns
"Ah Qing, get up quickly! It's time to grab a seat!"

On the eve of the tea competition.

An Sheng, who usually went home to sleep at three or four o'clock, chose to stay up all night, contrary to his usual behavior. Before dawn, he lay on the bed, with his head against Aqing's waist and his feet on Mo Yiqing's arm.

As the little fox whimpered and stretched its head and kicked its legs, Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing gradually woke up from their sleep, looking at the little fox sitting on the bed with its head held high, with a confused look on their faces.

"Based on my experience in participating in tea-fighting competitions, it's actually a bit late for us to go there at 6:30 now." An Sheng spoke confidently and told Yu Xueqing about the tea-fighting competition and some related matters.

Although Aqing is a local, locals are also considered tourists in the tea competition. The participants of the tea competition are all tea companies, tea factories and tea farmers. Only those who have actually gone through the process know the inside story.

"If we don't hurry up and grab a spot, all the spots reserved for us Changxi locals will be gone!"

Mo Yiqing rubbed his dazed head, stretched out his hand to scratch the center line of his chest that had been stuffy all night, and said:

"...Aqing, what did the little fox say?"

"Xiao An said that the villagers are all running to the ancestral hall, so let us gather there quickly." After carefully considering the machine-translated words, Yu Xueqing explained to Mo Yiqing what the little fox was saying in her own words.

"It's not the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall! That's where they burn incense and worship their ancestors. It's okay for us to go later. We have to prioritize getting a seat at the village committee!"

Under the guidance of the old senior An Sheng, Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing rummaged through the drawers in the old house and took out the red plastic chairs used during the Chinese New Year, and also moved out the folding tables that the children sat on during the Chinese New Year.

Yu Xueqing stacked up a dozen red stools, picked them up and walked out the door, while Mo Yiqing carried the folding table.

The little fox held the kettle in its mouth, kicked the base of a brass alcohol lamp with its front paws, and walked straight out the door.

Two people and a fox came to the Dodge Hellcat. Mo Yiqing opened the trunk and put more than a dozen red stools and folding tables, as well as the kettle in the fox's mouth and a set of white ceramic tea sets into the trunk.

"Wow--"

Seeing this, Yu Xueqing couldn't help but say subconsciously, "Momo, this sports car of yours is quite subversive. I used to have a stereotyped impression of sports cars."

Mo Yiqing closed the tailgate, raised his hand, and patted Yu Xueqing's butt very naturally. He chuckled, walked into the driver's seat, and said in a teasing tone:

"It's better not to overthrow it. This car is just an American muscle car, not a true sports car."

"Besides, having a big trunk is an American tradition. If it doesn't have a big trunk, how can we participate in gunfights every day and also carry the spoils won from gunfights and hunting?"

Mo Yiqing's complaints made Yu Xueqing stunned.

As an American car owner, Mo Yiqing has never been able to understand what such a large trunk can be used for.

Like the old Lincoln in her family, the rear space was sacrificed for the trunk space.

Although she is an American car owner, this does not prevent her from complaining about the thinking of American designers.

"Yeah! What can be put in the trunk of a car? An old Indian chief said with a puzzled look on his face." Ansheng, lying in Aqing's arms, complained happily.

America's Hell Joke, a classic chant that will be passed down.

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The tea-fighting competition is not considered a particularly important event in the culture of Xiadong District.

Tea fighting originated in the Tang Dynasty and flourished in the Song Dynasty. In the beginning, it was an elegant pastime for wealthy people in ancient times. Tea fighters would take out their own collection of fine tea, take turns to brew it, and decide the winner through tasting.

Today, tea fighting competitions are equivalent to exchanges between tea growers, tea merchants and tea drinkers.

Every year, there are as many as seven or eight hundred tea-fighting competitions held independently by major tea-producing areas in the Xiadong region.

It's more like an exchange than a tea competition, which explains why so many teas circulating on the market boast about winning some kind of tea competition award, fetching exorbitant prices while tasting just so-so. Because they're so genuine, some tea companies even host their own competitions, acting as judges and contestants, forcing rankings for their teas.

But this year, the tea competition held in Changxi Town is of a different nature.

It is an official competition.

The most basic requirement for each type of tea participating in the competition is that it must be produced in accordance with national standards, with safety being the priority, followed by the flavor and taste of the tea.

The tea competition is divided into two categories.

The first category is professionally trained tea appraisers who evaluate and score the tea soup in various dimensions only based on the numbered tea soup after secondary packaging and concealing the names of the contestants.

The second type of rating is the public rating. The tea soup, whose name is also hidden, is put on the tea competition for all tourists to taste and rate to measure the overall score.

The grand prize winner usually receives a prize of around 30,000 to 60,000 yuan, while the second place winner receives 20,000 to 50,000 yuan. The specific amount of prize money depends on the investment of the sponsor.

[The 6th Changxi Town Tea Competition]

[Thanks to Lam Holdings Group, Joy Energy Group, and Melco Entertainment for their sponsorship.]

There were a large number of banners in front of the village committee, with the golden logo of the official tea-fighting competition written on them. There were also banners thanking the venue sponsors and financial investors.

The office space of the Changxi Town Village Committee was not built by Changxi Town itself. They simply rented an office in this small farmers' market.

Of course, after learning that Changxi Town had won the right to host the tea competition, the owner of the farmers' market was very generous and rented the venue for free to the people of Changxi Town and the village committee to hold activities, and provided cleaning services.

It is true that the small farmers market is his.

But the land belongs to the collective ownership of Changxi Village.

There was no need to get involved in any social interactions; the manager of the farmers' market came over and took charge of everything.

"That annoying follower is here again."

The Dodge Hellcat drove to the gate. Yu Xueqing took her ID card and went to the gate of the farmers' market to apply for a stall business license. Only with this license could she set up her own tea stall in the farmers' market.

Mo Yiqing, who was in the car, saw through the rearview mirror that there was a BMW X6 behind him, and sitting in the driver's seat was Yin Pengfei.

The happy expression on Mo Yiqing's face suddenly turned into one of disgust, as if he had stepped on shit.

In Mo Yiqing's heart, Yin Pengfei is no longer the type of person who can be considered good or bad.

His presence is like menstrual cramps.

Women are terrified of it and try to avoid it.

"It's okay! Just wait here until we get to the farmers' market. I'll borrow a cactus later and help you jump up and hit his knee directly!" The little fox looked in the rearview mirror and continued:
"Besides, this guy is not a good person either. He used the name of picking up girls to cheat the parents of his family out of their coffin money."

"I was so busy making tea that I forgot to use the cactus to clean his big mouth. He's here just in time."

A Dodge Hellcat drove into the farmers' market, followed closely by a BMW SUV, and further behind was a commercial vehicle driven by Lin Shu. The three cars drove in one after the other.

While Yu Xueqing and Mo Yiqing were setting up their stall in the exhibition area, An Sheng ran to buy cacti.

only.

Before he had taken two steps, Lin Shu came up to An Sheng and said, "Mr. Fuli and Miss Lin just landed a while ago and would like to invite you over for tea."

(End of this chapter)