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Zhou Yuanshan was the first to get restless.

"Brother Fang, how many are in this jar?"

Fang Yu patted the lid of the jar.

"Not much, not full."

"Just this one can, I brought the whole thing."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to Chen Daoming.

In those eyes, four words were practically written on it—

Those who see have a share.

Chen Daoming's heart sank immediately.

He truly hadn't expected that Fang Yu would bring this today.

He had originally planned to lock the tin can in his study once the group left.

Soak two sticks every day.

If you drink sparingly and take it easy, you can last for a month or so.

Now look what's happened.

With so many eyes watching, it wouldn't be quite right for him to just put the jar away.

Chen Daoming remained silent for two seconds, then sighed softly.

"never mind."

He pulled the tin can in front of him and tore off the medical tape wrapped around it.

The lid of the can was lifted.

A strong, overpowering aroma of dried herbs immediately wafted out.

The brown grass segments were neatly stacked in the jar.

It has a very simple appearance.

The scent, however, is anything but subtle.

"I originally planned to keep this tea for myself and enjoy it slowly."

As Chen Daoming spoke, he asked the steward to bring over several clean covered bowls.

"Since we're here today, let's try it together."

That's a very grand statement.

But when Chen Daoming picked up the tea tongs and started picking out pieces of grass, everyone realized that things weren't so simple.

His hands were incredibly steady.

Two sticks are precisely dropped into each gaiwan.

no more, no less.

They wouldn't even give you half a piece more.

Zhou Yuanshan's eyelids twitched.

"No, Old Chen."

"Aren't you being a little too stingy?"

Chen Daoming didn't even raise his head, his tone completely calm.

"This wild tea is very potent."

"Adding too much can upset your stomach; I'm doing this for your health."

Zhou Yuanshan looked down at the bottom of the covered bowl.

Two lonely blades of grass lay there, looking rather pitiful.

He couldn't help but roll his eyes.

God the hell care about your health.

Only Chen Daoming has the skill to describe food protection in such a refined and elegant way.

Boiling hot water is poured into the gaiwan.

The withered grass stalks slowly unfurled in the water.

Immediately afterwards, that highly distinctive pungent smell spread rapidly, quickly filling the entire tea room.

Qi Wenhai leaned closer and took a sniff.

His brows furrowed first.

Two seconds later, it slowly relaxed again.

"This taste..."

"Quite aggressive."

He Zheng also picked up the covered bowl and brought it to his nose to sniff.

"The taste is a bit strange."

"But it does smell really good."

Fang Yu, sitting beside him, kindly offered a reminder:

"Seniors, take it easy."

"This is just wild herb tea from the mountains, not some kind of magic pill."

"Don't expect to become young again tomorrow after drinking a bowl today."

This blunt truth clearly did not deter their thirst for knowledge.

Zhou Yuanshan was too lazy to continue his research.

He picked up the covered bowl, blew on it twice, and then took a big gulp.

Hot tea down the throat.

Zhou Yuanshan was stunned for a full two seconds.

Holy crap.

A simple and unadorned phrase, a national treasure, came out of his mouth without hesitation.

The tea room fell silent instantly.

Several pairs of eyes fell on him at the same time.

Zhou Yuanshan then realized that Liu Yifei was still sitting opposite him.

He quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"Sorry, sorry."

He said it was rude, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Old Chen, that's amazing!"

"As this stuff goes down your throat, a burst of warm air rushes straight up to your lower back!"

Zhou Yuanshan put down the covered bowl and stretched his knees a couple of times.

I don't know if it was because I had just drunk alcohol and the hot tea was making me feel dizzy, or if it was just a psychological effect.

At that moment, he seemed much more energetic.

"My knees ache whenever it's cloudy."

"After that bite, I felt a warmth spreading through my bones!"

Upon hearing this, He Zheng stopped putting on airs.

He picked up the covered bowl and gulped down a large mouthful.

A few seconds later, He Zheng smacked his lips hard.

"The taste is just average."

"But this warm sensation that goes straight to the dantian..."

"That feels so good!"

Qi Wenhai and Shen Weimin exchanged a glance.

Neither of them spoke.

The only difference was that he picked up the covered bowl much faster than before.

Chen Daoming sat in the main seat.

On the surface, it remains as stable as Mount Tai.

But seeing that the group was getting more and more into drinking, he quietly reached for the tin can with his tea tongs.

next second.

"Click".

The lid was put back on.

The movements were swift and decisive.

No one is given a chance to refill their cup.

Zhou Yuanshan raised his head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Chen Daoming, however, acted as if nothing had happened, picked up his covered bowl, and slowly took a sip.

The tea room fell silent again.

Liu Yifei sat next to Fang Yu, completely numb from watching.

These are bigwigs who only drink the finest teas and drink only aged wines; they can make a big splash in Beijing's social circles with a stomp of their feet.

At this moment, however, they were drinking intently around a broken tin can wrapped with medical tape.

The expressions on their faces also underwent an extremely smooth change.

From disdain to confusion.

From confusion to shock.

In the end, it all turned into envy.

Then look at the exquisitely packaged, valuable Ru kiln tea set that Chen Daoming has on hand, which is currently unwanted.

Liu Yifei fell silent.

This scene...

The world, in the end, turned into something she couldn't understand.

……

The farewell ceremony lasted longer than Fang Yu had imagined.

Chen Daoming personally escorted Fang Yu and Liu Yifei out of the courtyard.

This is an unprecedented treatment.

Normally, if guests come to the teahouse, being escorted to the door by Chen Daoming is already considered a great honor.

For today's gathering, he specially put on his coat and escorted the two of them to the bluestone path outside the courtyard.

Before leaving, Zhou Yuanshan insisted on confirming Fang Yu's phone number one more time.

"Read it again."

"Let me check if I've saved it correctly."

After Fang Yu gave out the number, Zhou Yuanshan even dialed it on the spot.

He only nodded in satisfaction when Fang Yu's phone rang in his pocket.

He Zheng patted Fang Yu on the shoulder and repeatedly gave him instructions:

"Call me as soon as you finish writing the music."

"Remember, it's 'first thing'."

"Don't let others hear it first, and even more importantly, don't let others steal it from you."

Fang Yu was both amused and exasperated.

"Don't worry, Director He."

"I can't renege on my debt."

Qi Wenhai is even more outrageous.

Before leaving, the old man took out a business card from his pocket.

The business card has a mobile phone number and an office landline number written on the front.

The back also includes the art academy's front desk transfer number and personal WeChat ID.

I've left almost all the contact information I could.

He was afraid that Fang Yu would want to find him in the future but wouldn't be able to.

"Xiao Fang, keep this safe."

"Contact me anytime if you have any work to share."

"If no one answers the phone, call the office."

"When no one answered the phone in the office, I went to the art academy's front desk and asked them to transfer the call directly to me."

Fang Yu looked down.

"Alright, Elder Qi."

"I'll definitely contact you if I have any new paintings."

Shen Weimin was the most decisive.

He straightened his coat collar and left only one sentence.

"The pass will arrive the day after tomorrow."

After saying that, he turned and left.

There were no unnecessary pleasantries.

But the weight of this one sentence is already heavy enough.

Chen Daoming stood outside the courtyard gate and waved to Fang Yu.

"Next time you come, you don't need to bring anything."

"Just have people come."

Fang Yu glanced at the tin can he was holding tightly in his arms and couldn't help but laugh.

"Teacher Chen, don't worry."

"There wasn't a second can of this anyway."

Chen Daoming paused for a moment.

Then, without changing his expression, he hid the jar inside his coat.

"Let's go quickly."

"Be careful on the road."

A black Alphard was parked on the side of the road.

The driver got out of the car and opened the door.

Fang Yu stepped into the car first, followed closely by Liu Yifei.

The car door closed.

The car started moving slowly.

Liu Yifei raised her hand and pressed the button on the armrest.

The lifting motor rotates gently.

The black soundproof partition slowly rises, completely separating the rear seats from the front seats.

Just seconds ago, the dignified, gentle, and poised national goddess disappeared.

As soon as the barrier reached its maximum height, Liu Yifei grabbed Fang Yu's arm and shook it vigorously.

"Fang Yu!"

"Do you even know what you've done today?"