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After leaving the pet shop, the three of them walked along the riverside path towards the tea plantation.

The morning mist had dissipated, and sunlight streamed down the slopes of the tea mountain, turning the entire valley a pale gold.

Wang Fang walked ahead, her mauve shirt fluttering gently in the morning breeze. Today she wore flat cloth shoes, her gait light and graceful.

Lin Feng and Xiao Yu followed behind. When they passed a stall selling candied hawthorns, Xiao Yu's pace slowed down noticeably. His eyes were fixed on the strings of bright red hawthorns, and he couldn't move his feet.

Lin Feng followed his gaze and chuckled, "Want some? Uncle will buy it for you."

Xiao Yu neither nodded nor shook his head, his eyes fixed on the candied hawthorn skewers. Lin Feng bought one and handed it to him. Xiao Yu took it and struggled to squeeze out a few words: "Thank...thank you, Uncle."

Lin Feng ruffled his hair and said, "You're welcome."

Uncle Zhang's tea garden is located halfway up the mountain north of the town. Walking up the stone steps, you see neat rows of tea trees on both sides, layer upon layer, all the way to the top of the mountain.

Zhang Bo was squatting at the entrance of the courtyard smoking a pipe when he saw Wang Fang leading people over. He quickly stood up and tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe.

Wang Fang introduced Lin Feng as a medicinal herb merchant from Jiangbei Province who wanted to come and see the local tea. Upon hearing that he was there to inspect the tea, Uncle Zhang's eyes lit up, and he enthusiastically pulled Lin Feng into the tea garden.

He kept talking about the history of his tea garden, which had been passed down for generations. He said that the Bailong tea he grew was the only one of its kind in the surrounding area.

The tea garden was much larger than Lin Feng had expected. The entire hillside was covered with neatly pruned tea trees, with rows of waist-high tea bushes extending to the top of the mountain.

As Zhang Bo walked, he explained, "This tea garden is never fertilized or sprayed with pesticides. It is irrigated entirely by spring water from the mountains. Every year, the tea is picked by hand. The yield is not high, but the quality is excellent."

While listening, Lin Feng took out his phone and took many photos, including distant views, close-ups, close-ups of the tea garden, and the texture of the soil. He took the photos very carefully.

In my mind, I made a preliminary comparison between this batch of tea and the existing product line of the centralized procurement department. If the quality is really up to standard, it can be made into a high-end nourishing tea gift box and packaged together with products such as epimedium and black goji berries for sale, mainly targeting the gift market.

When they reached the tea pavilion halfway up the mountain, Uncle Zhang took a handful of freshly picked tea leaves from his tea basket and placed them on a bamboo sieve for them to see.

That tea was indeed different from ordinary tea. The leaves were light white with a very fine silver edge, and they shimmered faintly in the sunlight.

Lin Feng picked up a tea leaf and examined it closely in his palm, then asked, "Why is this tea called White Dragon Tea?"

Uncle Zhang grinned, poured a cup of hot water from the teapot, and put a few tea leaves in.

After the tea leaves are added to the water, they unfurl and slowly tumble in the hot water. The white leaves float and sink in the water, just like several white dragons swimming in the water, a very lifelike shape.

Uncle Zhang picked up the cup again and gently swirled it. The tea leaves inside tumbled up and down with the water. He said, "This is called 'Dragons Fighting for Treasure.' Just put in four or five leaves each time, and swirling the cup will produce this effect. This tea is not only beautiful, but its effects are also extraordinary—if you drink it regularly, your skin will become whiter and smoother. People in the mountains have been drinking this for generations. My wife is almost sixty, but her skin still looks like she's in her early forties."

Lin Feng picked up the cup and took a sip. The tea soup was fragrant and elegant, with a long-lasting sweet aftertaste. It was indeed a good tea.

He talked with Uncle Zhang for a while, asking about the yield, harvesting season and price. He also took many photos and videos from various angles of the tea garden, saying, "We can take some samples and send them back to the company for testing. If the quality meets the standards, we can cooperate long-term and have SF Express in the town deliver directly to Hehai."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Zhang's wrinkles widened into a smile, and he repeatedly said, "Good, good, good!" He then grabbed several handfuls of tea leaves and stuffed them into the bag for him to take back.

Wang Fang stood quietly to the side, watching Lin Feng and Uncle Zhang chat back and forth.

He spoke naturally, without the haughty attitude of a big boss. When talking about the grade and processing of tea, he could also explain things clearly. Old tea farmers like Uncle Zhang are the most honest people, and after a few words, they regarded him as a true expert.

Moreover, he takes taking photos very seriously, carefully focusing on each one, which perfectly matches his previous statement about "doing business in medicinal herbs and local specialties".

The lingering wariness in my heart, like the morning mist in the mountains, was gradually dissipated by the sunlight.

After leaving the tea garden, Lin Feng carried a large bag of sample tea leaves, praising as he walked, "This tea is really good. It has a light and refreshing aroma and is invigorating. It would definitely be popular if it were made into a gift box."

When passing by the cotton candy stall in town, Xiaoyu couldn't move anymore and stared longingly at the old man who was turning the cotton candy.

Lin Feng smiled and shook his head, then took out his money and bought him one. As Xiao Yu took the cotton candy, he said with difficulty, "Thank you."

Lin Feng squatted down, looked into his eyes, and replied very seriously, "You're welcome."

Seeing this, Wang Fang suddenly asked, "Mr. Lin, approximately when are you leaving?"

"It depends on the sample test results. If the quality meets the company's requirements, they will send someone over to build a cold storage facility, so I'll probably have to stay for about another week. What, Sister Wang, are you upset that I'm freeloading too much?" Lin Feng shifted his gaze from Xiao Yu, stood up, and spoke with a hint of joking in his tone.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. You can stay as long as you want, anyway, I'm raising a child alone, and there aren't many people at home. I was just asking casually, please don't overthink it." Wang Fang quickly waved her hand, and when she said "there aren't many people at home," her voice unconsciously softened a few degrees.

Seeing her reaction, Lin Feng felt a slight stirring in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He just smiled and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Sister Wang for the next few days to take me to other places."

That afternoon, Wang Fang invited Lin Feng to stay for dinner. Lin Feng didn't stand on ceremony and played with Xiao Yu in the living room.

Several puppies from the pet store were let out of their cages and ran around freely inside. One little Corgi was particularly clingy, circling around Xiaoyu and wagging its tail like a little fan.

Xiao Yu sat on the floor, holding a rubber ball in his hand. He carefully threw it out, and the little corgi happily fetched it back and placed it in front of him.

Lin Feng watched from the sidelines, occasionally throwing the ball a little further so that the little corgi could run a few more laps, and Xiao Yu would giggle.

While playing, Xiaoyu suddenly looked up at Lin Feng, pointed at the little corgi and said, "It...it's called...DouDou." Although he spoke with some difficulty, it was much more fluent than yesterday, as if he was particularly willing to try to speak in front of Lin Feng.

"DouDou? That's a good name, and it really does look like a little bean." Lin Feng squatted down and patted DouDou's head, and the little corgi immediately rolled over so he could scratch its belly.

Xiao Yu watched from the side, hesitated for a while, then reached out and pulled Lin Feng's sleeve, dragging him to the small cage in the corner.

Inside the cage lay a small black and white puppy, dozing on a soft cushion, its belly heaving with each breath.

"This...this is just...is..." The more anxious he became, the less he could say. His little brows were furrowed tightly, his finger pointed at the little puppy, his lips moved back and forth, and his eyes were red with anxiety.

Lin Feng gently placed his hand on his shoulder and said, "Don't rush, speak slowly."