The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 690 Going Home
"Start cooking and setting up the fire?"

The fat cat lying in its den, upon hearing the soft whimper of "Master Fortune," paused for a moment, then muttered with a hint of confusion:

"I've never seen Master Fuli cook a midnight snack before, setting up a fire and using plenty of oil. He can't just tie up the students who caused trouble in the afternoon and use them as kindling to wipe out the bad habits on campus with a raging fire, can he?"

The fat cat muttered to itself, but still quickly moved its rear end out of its den and ran outside to check the situation.

As soon as he stepped outside, Fat Cat saw Master Fuli carrying a red plastic bag in his left hand and an unusually thick cast iron pot in his right, walking towards the back of the hideout.

"Master Fuli, what is this?" The fat cat's face showed deep confusion.

"Tea making."

An Sheng shook the half-pound of tea leaves in his hand and said, "However, you can't help me with tea making. Go and prepare some charcoal and some odorless wood for me in a while."

Tea can be divided into seven categories according to its processing method, commonly known as red, yellow, green, oolong, black, white, and flower tea.

The small tea tree is called "Tulip Tree". The tea leaves picked in spring are suitable for making both red and green tea, while the tea leaves picked in autumn are suitable for making oolong tea, which is a bright-smelling tea like Tieguanyin.

However, An Sheng does not intend to produce green tea. The process of making green tea leaves is too complicated. Just the withering process alone takes half a day, and the withering process requires a special temperature-controlled room and constant human supervision.

For tea tasting, green tea is sufficient.

The preparation process is quick, and you can also appreciate its flavor.

Although it cannot fully bring out the flavor of the tea leaves, it is enough for An Sheng.

When Fat Cat rode his electric scooter and asked the teachers for some high-quality charcoal.

An Sheng first poured out the tea leaves and continued to dry them to remove some of the moisture. Then he carried the large pot back to the hideout, took a steel wool pad and laundry detergent, and scrubbed the large iron pot clean inside and out.

This large iron pot belonging to Liu Lingyu's family used to do heavy and rough work, and it was covered with ash and oil stains. However, not a single drop of oil could be used in the entire tea-making process.

Once everything is ready.

An Sheng threw the large iron pot into the charcoal fire, waiting for the fire to heat up the five-centimeter-thick iron pot.

The fat cat watched with a bewildered yet impressive expression, only to see Master Fuli waiting to the side, moving an iron pot out, then scattering a handful of leaves into it. He then began to stir-fry the leaves, occasionally scooping them up, glancing at them, and tossing them back into the pot to continue stir-frying.
"Fat Cat, go boil some water, use distilled water," Master Fuli called to Fat Cat while washing his hands.

While Master Fuli was making tea, the pandas and other small animals roaming around the Academy of Agricultural Sciences all gathered behind the canteen, staring wide-eyed at the green tea undergoing the drying process in the iron pot.

Fragrant.

An indescribable, elegant orchid fragrance, tinged with the fresh scent of chestnuts, wafted around the cafeteria. As the green tea gradually dried, a smoky aroma of burnt firewood wafted through the air, constantly tugging at Xiong's heartstrings.

"Wow?"

Baoshu followed the aroma and found Master Fuli sitting on the roadside, staring at a large pot in front of him. With a slightly craving look, Baoshu asked Master Fuli a question.

Can I have a bite? I'm hungry.

"What are you doing here? But you've come at just the right time. Give me a piece of your root."

An Sheng glanced at the iron pot, took out the tea that was almost dry from the shelf, and stretched out his claws towards Bao Shu.

"Wow?"

Baoshu was a little confused, but smelling the fragrance, he didn't resist anything. With a burst of strength, he broke off one of his arms and threw it to Master Fuli.

"?"

An Sheng was taken aback, then caught the arm, which gradually took on the shape of a tree branch and fell into his hand.

Numerous vines grew from the empty space on the treasure tree's arm, intertwining and transforming into a hand.

"Don't do anything scary for me so late at night," An Sheng complained, looking at the branch in her hand. She broke off a tender bud and threw it into the iron pot, preparing to stir-fry it.

Look at the buds of the Baoshu tree; what fragrance will they reveal after the moisture is dried?

however.

As soon as the tender shoot was placed in the iron pot, two small tendrils extended from its body, pressed against the pot, and bounced vigorously from side to side, with sweat even appearing on the shoot.

"Wow!"

Although the twigs didn't make a sound, seeing this scene, An Sheng gradually recalled Tom's voiceover.

An Sheng watched with a dark expression as the twig in the iron pot sprouted legs and ran away.

It sped towards the lake, plunged into it, floated to the surface, and stretched out its two small, freshly burned tentacles, rubbing them vigorously.

"what?"

Baoshu shuddered, stretched out his arm, scratched under his armpit, and looked at Fuli with a puzzled expression.

The Treasure Tree's ability is "Growth," allowing it to absorb all available nutrients to strengthen its trunk and root system.

That towering tree, hundreds of meters tall, is the trunk of the Treasure Tree, which grew over six months by absorbing burial goods from the City of the Dead and nutrients from the soil.

Although the branch had detached from the tree, it was something that had grown from the precious tree itself, and it maintained a special connection with the precious tree that was difficult to perceive with the naked eye.

The old fox burned its rear end with fire, and the branch naturally ran away.

"Can you grow leaves?" An Sheng asked, her lips twitching slightly as she looked away from the precious tree beside her.

“It will give birth, so it's not necessary right now,” Baoshu replied with complete certainty.

Photosynthesis-based growth is nowhere near as rapid as the explosive growth that occurs when one is well-fed and watered.

If it ever actually grows leaves, it can only mean that the Qinling Mountains' overlord's precious tree has fallen on hard times and is now begging for alms. "I'm not doing anything, I'm just thinking about how to pick your leaves and make a pot of tea."

An Sheng complained, already imagining picking a basket of precious tea leaves, putting them in a pot, and just as she lit the fire to stir-fry them, the leaves fluttered up like cockroaches, filling the entire room with their green veins.
"Master Fuli, the water is here!"

The fat cat, who had been licking its lips with anticipation, ran out carrying a tea tray in one hand and a pot of hot water in the other. It stopped in front of Master Fuli and began to arrange the tea set.

"Let me do it! Don't break the tea set."

An Sheng first opened the kettle to let the steam inside escape. The tea leaves prepared from half a pound of fresh tea leaves, after sifting out the tea fragments, weighed only forty grams.

Hot water is poured into the teacup, and the tea leaves, which have been rolled into strips, gradually unfurl, revealing a clear, yellowish-green tea liquor. The color itself isn't crucial; for a tea, whether the liquor is cloudy or not largely indicates the quality of its preparation process.

When the tea soup becomes clear, it means the tea is ready and can be tasted.

"Suck--"

An Sheng gently blew on the surface of the tea, took a sip, and drank the tea from the cup into his mouth. However, he did not swallow it. Instead, he swirled the tea around in his mouth as if rinsing his mouth, and finally spat the tea onto the grass with a "pui" sound, his face showing a thoughtful expression.

The tea soup has a clear and rich aroma and a mellow taste. The so-called mellow taste means that the tea soup may create a "damping" sensation in the mouth. Otherwise, it will be bland and tasteless.

Spitting out the tea soup, I continued to savor it. In my mouth, the tea soup and saliva combined to create a sweet aftertaste and stimulated saliva production. The aroma that wafted out was mixed with the fragrance of orchids, fresh chestnuts, and earth.

"Wow, it even brings out the aroma of tea!" An Sheng was taken aback, tasting the flavor of oolong tea from the green tea.

The quality of the young tea trees is quite impressive. Because it is an autumn tea, even though the processing method is different, it still manages to exhibit a hint of Dancong tea flavor.

Its quality is high, even top-grade. An Sheng spat out the tea in his mouth and didn't drink it so that he could concentrate his senses on his mouth.

Otherwise, some of your attention will be distracted by the sensations arising in your throat.

"Awesome! Now I understand why those high-ranking officials all love drinking tea. Holy crap, it's so satisfying, it goes straight from your throat to your stomach."

"Master Fuli, how much does this cost?" The fat cat's eyes lit up after drinking Master Fuli's tea. Although it didn't taste any spiritual particles in it, the lingering aroma in its mouth was undeniable.

Such lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth would definitely be a huge plus when kissing.

“The taste is similar to Huangshan Maojian tea.” An Sheng thought for a moment and said, “A gift box should cost around nine thousand to twelve thousand yuan per kilogram. This little bit in the cup, a little over eight grams, costs around two hundred yuan and can brew five hundred milliliters of tea.”

"Ke?" Fat Cat wondered if he had misheard the adjective Fu Li used. Master, are you selling cut cakes?

"Isn't that obvious? High-grade tea isn't priced by weight, do you want it priced by the ton?" An Sheng rolled her eyes in annoyance and said:
"Like Maozi, most of the things that can be drunk don't need to be bought by oneself, and most people who buy them won't enjoy them all by themselves."

"Don't even think about those things. Be careful, or Leopard Head will come and rip off your ears, then shrink your ranks drastically. At that point, the old ox on the mountain might come down and kill you."

The fat cat pouted, brandished its bear paw, and said, "Master Fuli, you think too highly of me. Who would come to me asking for a cat? We can't accept such a gift."

Baoshu stared wide-eyed at the two brothers, picked up his cup and gently sipped the tea, his eyes crinkling with a smile.

Sweet water.
The resulting green tea tasted excellent, perfectly matching An Sheng's definition of "additives." However, the next product to be made was not green tea, but oolong tea.

An Sheng took twenty grams of tea leaves home, intending to let A Qing try the green tea he had personally made.

After seeing Master Fuli leave, Fat Cat looked around behind the canteen, grinning wickedly. He picked up the wok that Master Fuli had just used, ran up a tree and picked a handful of similar leaves, and started to stir-fry tea, imitating Master Fuli.

After a while.

The burnt smell of protein and the pungent aroma of grilled meat wafted around the cafeteria.

Green tea production may seem simple, but it is by far the most demanding in terms of roasting and heat control among the seven major tea categories.

Master Fuli can smell the aroma while frying because of his superb skills, which allow him to operate with effortless grace.

The fat cat ran over to stir-fry tea, and the high temperature of the charcoal fire and the iron pot almost burned off its entire winter fur.

The next day.

Under An Sheng's astonished gaze, the bald, fat cat with fur on its chest and a pair of bear paws rode its electric scooter toward the principal's office.

Time passes day by day.

The green tea leaves on the small tea tree gradually dwindled to just branches under the plucking of Master Fuli.

However, the weight of the "additives" has been increasing.

"Advisor! I need to ask for leave to go home!" A-Qing knocked on the office door, her head and the little fox's head peeking into the office together, looking at the advisor.

"Hmm? Are you asking for leave? For how long?" The counselor glanced at her, smiled, picked up her teacup, and asked Ah Qing.

Because of her family's customs, Ah Qing would take several days off throughout the year, sometimes for two or three days, and sometimes for a day trip. Her advisor wasn't surprised by this.

Although A-Qing's grades weren't the absolute best, they were generally hovering around the top tier.

"It might take a week, plus three or four days?" Ah Qing said with a hint of embarrassment.

Upon receiving an invitation from the official tea-tasting competition organizers, A-Qing is required to serve as the online promotional ambassador for the competition, which may take more than a week.

Ah Qing will attend both the opening and closing ceremonies.

Therefore, she estimated that it would take about a week to attend the opening ceremony live broadcast, then another week of live broadcasting, and then fly back for the closing ceremony.

"How many?!"

The counselor's eyes widened suddenly, and she almost crushed the 316 stainless steel thermos in her hand.

A week off?!
I'd love to take this leave, but the deputy secretary and director won't approve it!
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(End of this chapter)