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Mingcheng rubbed his hands excitedly: "It's been so long since I've had tea eggs! But what kind of tea did you use? It smells so good!"

Lu Yuanhu said, "It was brought over by a relative."

Mingcheng sat down at the dining table, sniffed the air, and muttered to himself:

"Its fragrance surpasses that of orchids in the nine acres, and its roundness is like the bright moon in autumn... Pu'er tea, no doubt. Your family is quite generous, using Pu'er tea to make tea eggs."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and continued to savor the aftertaste:

"Hmm, after the initial orchid fragrance, upon closer inspection, there's a subtle, elegant, and lingering aged aroma, like a fine, aged wine with a rich history, surrounded by rosemary, making it almost intoxicating... and it's even made with aged tea!"

Sister Huang brought out a small bowl with an egg in it from the kitchen with a smile.

"It's ready, have a taste first."

The bowl was placed in front of Mingcheng.

Sister Huang rubbed her hands together, her face beaming with smiles, wanting Mingcheng to praise her cooking skills.

Mingcheng looked down at the bowl, his face somewhat blank.

"The soup is golden yellow and translucent like amber. This isn't egg yolk, is it?... No."

He picked up the bowl again, sipped some of the water remaining at the bottom, and his tone became urgent:

"It has a rich and mellow flavor, a sweet aftertaste, and is long-lasting in brewing. It also quenches thirst and promotes salivation. This is a good Pu-erh tea, a truly good Pu-erh tea!"

After saying that, he smacked his lips and continued:

"It has a fragrance like a delicate orchid, a mellow and sweet taste, and a very quick aftertaste that stimulates saliva production. At the same time, it is delicate in texture, has a strong bitter taste, but the bitterness dissipates very quickly, and the astringency is very weak, almost non-existent..."

Then, he used his chopsticks to pick up a tea bud stuck to the bottom of the bowl and said:

"Its color is brownish-red, very pure, and the strips are plump and tender, incredibly tender..."

He muttered to himself for a while, then slammed his chopsticks on the table:

"Old Lu! You fucking come here right now!"

Lu Yuanhu was watching TV when he heard him call out, so he came over and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you so startled?"

"You've made a fortune, kid!" Mingcheng shouted.

"What's wrong with you?" Lu Yuanhu asked, puzzled. "Don't you know how much money I've made? You're the one who comes to my house for meals every day."

"Heh," Mingcheng said with a gloomy expression, "you little brat, trying to show off your wealth to me?"

"How did I flaunt my wealth? What makes you say that?"

Mingcheng pointed to the tea eggs in his bowl and said:

"You kid, using this kind of tea to brew tea eggs, should I call it understated luxury, or overflowing domineering? Or just subtly showing off? Hmm, by the way, you've reached the level of the King of Show-Offs, your art of showing off has reached perfection..."

Mingcheng's riddle-solving skills were so bad that even Lu Yuanhu couldn't help but swear:

"What the hell are you trying to say? Spit it out!"

"You're utterly wasting resources!" Mingcheng slammed his hand on the table. "What kind of tea did you use for these tea eggs? Tell me yourself!"

Lu Yuanhu asked in bewilderment, "What kind of tea? It's just a Pu'er tea that a relative gave me?"

"Still pretending with me, huh?" Mingcheng asked. "Tell me, what kind of Pu'er tea is this?"

"What, what Pu'er?"

"Still pretending, still pretending. Your face is about to burst out, and you're still pretending." Mingcheng said with a look of disdain, "Fine, fine, if you want me to pretend, then I'll grant your wish."

He paused for a moment, then said, "You actually use ancient tree tea from Yiwu Zhengshan to make tea eggs? You must be making a fortune!"

Lu Yuanhu was completely dumbfounded: "What Yi Wu, what ancient tree..."

Mingcheng looked surprised: "You didn't know?"

"Know what?"

Mingcheng tapped the teacup with his chopsticks and said:

"The tea leaves used in your tea eggs are ancient tree tea from Yiwu Zhengshan, and they are even top-grade tribute tea of ​​the tenth level. Do you think I can't tell the difference?"

Lu Yuanhu asked, "Is this tea very good?"

“It’s more than just good!” Mingcheng said. “This tea recently fetched an astronomical price. Have you heard? A tea cake sold for 2490 million. That’s this kind of tea.”

"How much??" Lu Yuanhu's eyes widened.

Mingcheng tapped his teacup and said, "What's so strange about that? Pu'er tea gets better with age, it never expires, and a tea cake can be passed down through generations. It's said to be worth more than gold. A tea cake is worth the same as five times its weight in gold. Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Chapter 220 A meal of tea eggs worth over 50 million

Lu Yuanhu stood there with his mouth agape.

He was waiting for Mingcheng to burst out laughing so he could tell him, "You actually believed me when I was just joking?"

But Mingcheng did not.

He still had the expression on his face that said he saw through Lu Yuanhu's "pretentious tricks".

"Are you kidding me?" Lu Yuanhu asked in a low voice, "A tea cake is worth five times its weight in gold?"

Mingcheng realized something was amiss at this point and said, "Yeah, what kind of joke would I make about something like this?"

"How can it be so expensive?" Lu Yuanhu gasped.

His heart is pounding, mainly because he can't accept reality yet.

He must get to the bottom of this with Mingcheng.

“Pu’er tea is different from other teas. It doesn’t spoil, just like baijiu (Chinese liquor).” Mingcheng said, crossing his legs. “Its high price is the same as the rising price of Feitian Moutai. The key is that it’s even rarer than Moutai.”

There's a saying in the tea world: "For red wine, look to the estate; for Pu'er, look to the mountain." Tea varieties grown on different mountains are just different, and among Pu'er teas, Yibang and Yiwu are the most famous.

"The annual output of ancient tea trees in Yiwu Mountain is no more than 650 dan in the best year. In recent years, in order to save soil fertility, it has been maintained at 450 to 500 dan. It has never reached that high before."

“The yield of Zhengshan seeds is even lower, only one-third, which is more than 100 dan but less than 200 dan.”

"Tea quality is divided into ten grades, with grade ten tea being extremely rare. If you can get five dan (a unit of weight) a year, you're lucky."

At this point, Mingcheng used his chopsticks to pick up a tea leaf from the bottom of the bowl and said:

"Look at the integrity of these tea leaves. I'm sure this is grade 10, the best kind. There's definitely a reason why it's expensive."

Seeing Lu Yuanhu's increasingly grim expression, Mingcheng couldn't help but ask, "Seriously? You're not just showing off your wealth?"

Lu Yuanhu became increasingly shocked as he thought about it, then slapped his forehead and exclaimed, "Oh dear!"

After saying that, he went into the kitchen.

"Sister Huang! Sister Huang!"

Lu Yuanhu frantically called out his nanny's name.

When Sister Huang came out of the kitchen, she was a little surprised to see Lu Yuanhu's expression. She had never seen Lu Yuanhu so out of control before.

"What's wrong, sir?" Sister Huang asked.

"Where's the tea cake? I'm asking you, where's the tea cake?" Lu Yuanhu asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

"What tea cake?"

"My tea cakes! The tea cakes you used to make tea eggs!" Lu Yuanhu's eyes were bloodshot. "Have you finished using them?"

Sister Huang was a little confused and said, "I didn't use it all, there was so much."

Lu Yuanhu grabbed Sister Huang with both hands, stared at her, and asked, "How much did you use?"

"A little more than half..." Sister Huang hesitated.

"oops……"

Lu Yuanhu felt his heart was bleeding.

That's how tens of millions disappeared.

"What about the remaining tea cakes?" Lu Yuanhu asked quickly.

"In the kitchen..."

Lu Yuanhu told Sister Huang to quickly take him to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, Sister Huang softly said "Eh".

"What about the remaining tea cakes?" Lu Yuanhu asked.

"It was just here a moment ago," Sister Huang said, pointing to the cabinet.

"Find it quickly! Find it quickly!"

The two searched the kitchen for a long time. Then, Sister Huang clapped her hands and said, "Madam came into the kitchen just now and then left. Did she take it?"

Without saying a word, Lu Yuanhu searched the whole house for Shi Lingyu. Shi Lingyu was applying a face mask.

"Stop wearing that face mask!" Lu Yuanhu was annoyed by her appearance, so he went up and ripped the face mask off her face, crumpled it up, and threw it into the trash can.

"Hey! What are you doing? I haven't finished applying it yet! This Kiehl's mask costs over 300 yuan!"

Lu Yuanhu was immediately enraged and shouted, "You don't care if you throw away tea cakes worth tens of millions in water, but you care if you throw away a face mask that costs over 300 yuan!"

Shi Lingyu looked puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Where's that tea cake?" Lu Yuanhu grabbed her shoulders and asked, "Did you go into the kitchen just now? Did you see that tea cake?"

Shi Lingyu had long forgotten about that little matter and said nonchalantly, "Oh, you mean that? I threw it away."

"Where did you throw it?" Lu Yuanhu's eyebrows twitched.

"The trash can," Shi Lingyu said.

"Why did you throw it away?!" Lu Yuanhu shouted.

"Those things don't have production dates, so you don't know when they'll go bad. What if you accidentally drink them and get sick? Besides, tea eggs are something you can only eat once to taste; you can't eat them every day."

Lu Yuanhu pointed outside and said, "Find it for me."

"what?"

"I said find it for me!" Lu Yuanhu was furious. "If you threw it in the trash can, retrieve it from the trash can; if you threw it in the toilet, retrieve it from the toilet. In short, find my tea cake for me!"

"What's wrong with you today?" Shi Lingyu slapped her face with lotion, making a loud "slap slap" sound. "What's all the fuss about? Haven't had a fight in days and you're feeling restless?"

"Do you know how much that tea cake is worth?!" Lu Yuanhu exclaimed. "One of those cakes is worth tens of millions!"

Shi Lingyu paused for a moment, then continued slapping her face: "What kind of dream are you having?"

"That's what Mr. Ming said!" Lu Yuanhu jumped up and down in a panic, pulling his wife off the dressing table. "Go find her and bring her back!"

Just then, Sister Huang rushed over carrying a trash can and said, "Found it, sir, found it!"

Ignoring the dirt, Lu Yuanhu reached into the trash can and pulled out the remaining half of the tea cake, which was half-wrapped in oil paper.

Less than half remained, just over a third, and loose tea kept falling off the cake. He was so heartbroken that he cried.

He carried the tea cakes and led the two back to Mingcheng, handing over the remaining tea cakes and saying:

"Old Ming, take another look. Is this really the tea you were talking about?"

Mingcheng took it and immediately said, "Yes, absolutely. Look at this paper, this seal."

He showed the oiled paper to everyone, and there was a bright red stamp and a blue stamp on it, but the words written on them were not clear.

“This red stamp belongs to the Mengding Tea Association, and the blue stamp belongs to the Yiwu Tea Administration. The red and blue stamps overlap, so it’s impossible for it to be counterfeited.” He then pointed to the contents on it, “Both of these stamps are grade certificates, which proves that this product is a tenth-grade tribute item.”

Lu Yuanhu asked, trembling, "Is any of the contents of this product of inferior quality?"

Mingcheng broke off a few tea leaves, smelled them, and said:

"Impossible. I guarantee with my reputation that this is genuine Grade 10 tribute Yiwu Zhengshan ancient tree tea. I vouch for it."

After saying that, he added, "I was fortunate enough to taste this tea once at a tea tasting event hosted by the Gu family. I will never forget the taste. I can tell you with absolute certainty that it is absolutely the right one!"

Shi Lingyu realized something was wrong at this moment, and hugged her arms, looking a little nervous.

Holding the tea cake, Lu Yuanhu asked cautiously, "How much is this tea cake worth?"

“It depends on the size and quality of the tea cake,” Mingcheng said. “However, I can tell you the recent reference price, which is a little over 5500 million.”

Shi Lingyu couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "Mr. Ming, are you sure? Do you mean a tea cake or a cartload of tea?"

"Of course it's a tea cake!"