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We were full and satisfied.

A group of people came out of the restaurant and strolled slowly back to the tea room they had visited that morning along the corridor.

Pushing open the door, the sandalwood incense hadn't dissipated yet, mixed with a slightly tipsy smell of alcohol, and the atmosphere inside was much more relaxed than in the morning.

On the rosewood tea table, the water has been boiled again.

A wisp of white steam was exhaled from the spout.

Everyone took their seats in turn.

Chen Daoming sat back in the main seat, picked up the wooden tweezers, and slowly warmed the cup.

Zhou Yuanshan slumped into his chair, patted his round belly, and let out a long sigh.

"Old Chen, make the tea a little weak."

"Those few glasses of Moutai from earlier are still churning in my stomach."

He Zheng leaned back in his chair and groaned softly.

Clearly, I share the same sentiment.

Qi Wenhai, on the other hand, sat up straight.

Those eyes of his were a bit restless; every now and then they would drift toward the study.

The lingering effect of that "Splashed Ink Immortal" painting hasn't yet dissipated from his mind.

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei sat on the side.

As the tea was brewed, the bigwigs chatted casually.

Fang Yu's main goal was to listen quietly.

He occasionally chimes in with a few words, but he doesn't interrupt or try to sound profound.

After chatting for a while, Chen Daoming put down his teacup and glanced towards the door.

"Oh, right."

He beckoned the butler over.

"Bring those two things from the foyer over."

The butler responded and left.

Not long after, the two items were brought into the tea room and placed on the low table next to the tea table.

There was a sandalwood box in front of it.

Behind it was a dusty old canvas bag.

The butler put his things away and quietly left.

Liu Yifei stood up, held up the sandalwood box with both hands, and handed it to Chen Daoming.

"Teacher Chen, this is just a small token of my appreciation. Please don't find it offensive."

"You're here, why did you bring anything?"

Chen Daoming was polite in words, but he caught it steadily in his hand.

The buckle is open.

Inside the box was a set of exquisite Ru ware teaware.

One teapot, four cups.

The glaze is warm and lustrous, with fine crackles.

It doesn't look impressive when you hold it in your hand, but those in the know can immediately tell its weight.

"nice one."

Chen Daoming examined it carefully and nodded in satisfaction.

"Yifei is so thoughtful."

"I happen to be missing a set of cups for entertaining guests."

He closed the wooden box and carefully placed it beside him.

Liu Yifei sat down again.

Immediately afterwards—

As if they had all agreed beforehand, everyone's gaze shifted to the same spot.

They all landed on the old canvas bag behind.

After a morning of relentless attacks, Fang Yu was no longer someone they could measure by common sense.

Words, characters, and paintings.

Any one of these items could be enough for an ordinary artist to brag about for a lifetime.

So here's the question.

What kind of ordinary gift could it be that he specially brought to visit his senior?

The more torn the canvas bag became, the higher everyone's expectations rose.

What's this called?

Not bothered by details.

Returning to simplicity.

Perhaps inside is a unique masterpiece left behind by a reclusive master.

Be bolder.

It's not impossible that this treasure originated from some ancient temple deep in the mountains.

The Bodhi beads in Zhou Yuanshan's hand spun faster and faster.

Qi Wenhai unconsciously leaned forward a little.

The way the group looked at each other was like waiting for the lottery results to be announced.

Expectations are off the charts.

Under everyone's gaze, Fang Yu stood up and walked to the low table.

He grabbed the zipper of the canvas bag and pulled it down decisively.

"Sizzle—"

The contents inside were finally revealed.

A tin tea canister.

The can was wrapped with a layer of medical tape.

In the very center of the tape, three large characters were written crookedly in black marker—

Howling.

The air in the tea room suddenly became quiet.

The Bodhi beads in Zhou Yuanshan's hand were stuck between his fingers.

He Zheng stared with his big, round eyes and blinked twice in a daze.

Qi Wenhai opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Shen Weimin's hand, holding the teacup, remained suspended in mid-air, forgetting to pull it back.

A full five seconds.

Silence reigned.

The rare, hidden treasures, centuries-old artifacts, and priceless heirlooms that everyone had just imagined...

It shattered completely in front of the three big characters "嗷嗷叫".

In the end, it was He Zheng who couldn't hold back anymore.

He craned his neck and stared at the words on the jar, checking them over and over again.

"Awooo... howl?"

His tone was filled with confusion.

"No, what is this?"

Chen Daoming did not answer.

He also looked at Fang Yu, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Xiao Fang, you actually brought this?"

"Absolutely."

Fang Yu reached out and patted the tin can, speaking with righteous indignation.

"I promised to bring Aoaojiao next time I come to your house for tea."

"One must be trustworthy."

Zhou Yuanshan sensed something was amiss and immediately moved closer.

"Old Chen, is this tea?"

Chen Daoming coughed lightly and explained on behalf of everyone.

Wild herbal teas in the Greater Khingan Mountains grow on shady slopes at higher altitudes.

"You can't harvest that much in a year."

"The name is a bit rough, but the product is really good."

He Zheng frowned and pressed on:

"So what exactly does it do?"

Chen Daoming paused for a moment.

He glanced at Liu Yifei beside him, then at the old friends around the table, and decided to be more subtle in his words.

"Tonify the kidneys and strengthen the body's foundation."

"As for the results..."

Chen Daoming put down his teacup and gave a rather restrained evaluation.

"It feels really good."

The words fell.

The expressions of the people in the tea room changed instantly.

The look of disgust on He Zheng's face vanished completely.

The Bodhi beads in Zhou Yuanshan's hand made a "clattering" sound.

He first looked down at his stomach, then suddenly looked up and stared intently at the tin can.

Qi Wenhai's reaction was more direct.

The old man had been in a boring meeting all morning and was already feeling a bit tired.

Upon hearing the words "tonify the kidneys and strengthen the foundation," he immediately straightened his back.

Even the usually calm and taciturn Shen Weimin silently put down his teacup and fixed his gaze on the tin can.

Four pairs of eyes.

They all focused on the same target.

They had just thought the packaging was a bit shabby.

Looking at it again now—

Medical adhesive tape is quite simple.

A black tin can, so sturdy.

The three handwritten characters convey a profound sense of simplicity, emphasizing substance over packaging and letting strength speak for itself.