Travelers are running around all year round, so why is it so particular to drink tea? Even the fat white guy, who is a super foodie, goes out to steam and cook, often do everything in one big pot, which means that under their own influence, they become more and more particular. They actually use good clay pots, don’t they bother?

The most incredible thing is that I drink the Zifeng Yunting, which is highly valued by even the royal families of various countries.

Even a traveling businessman who is willing to come from remote mountain villages like Shannan Town has the financial resources?

Zhou Wenjun did not notice the sneer hidden in Gu Fenghua's eyes. It's no wonder that for ordinary people and even many young people from wealthy families, how could they smell the tea leaves like Zifeng Yunzhen that they had never even heard of. How could he have thought that Gu Fenghua not only had drunk it, but also knew its origin and value.

"The tea is ready!" the middle-aged man looked at the boiling tea with his eyes intently and suddenly said.

Zifeng Yunting is too rare, so it has extremely high requirements for making tea. This person is a master of this art and has a very good grasp of the heat.

"This tea is so fragrant, let me try it too." Gu Fenghua said, then he looked at it rashly. By accident, the little white flower in his ear fell into the tea.

"What are you doing?" The middle-aged man changed his expression and shouted at Gu Fenghua with anger. He looked like that, he was even more angry than killing his parents.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Gu Fenghua quickly apologized, picked up a wooden stick in a panic, and went to carry the little white flowers in the water.

"Stop it, stop it!" The middle-aged man roared again, blocking the wooden stick.

"Isn't it just a little tea? What's so great? You have to dislike it. Just boil it again." Gu Fenghua threw away the wooden stick and said disapprovingly.

"What does it mean to be a little tea? Do you know this tea..." The middle-aged man was so angry that he looked at Gu Fenghua and was about to kill someone.

"Wenxing! Don't mess around." Zhou Wenjun stared at him sternly and shouted heavily.

Under his stern gaze, the middle-aged man did not dare to say anything more, and glared at Gu Fenghua again, suppressing his anger.

The tea was still boiling on the fire. The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but in the end he was still unwilling to throw it away. He was not easy to get such tea that even royal families in various countries regarded as treasures.

He took out a handful of wooden clips, put the small white flower out and threw it on the ground, and then poured a few cups of tea and water for Zhou Wenjun and another companion.

Zhou Wenjun held the tea and looked at the little white flower that was thrown on the ground, which was as wilted as frost, without touching her mouth.

"Brother, I'm sorry just now. Can you let me taste it?" Gu Fenghua "shamed" came over again.

"Can you taste tea?" The middle-aged man glanced at Gu Fenghua and said sarcastically. The good Zifeng Cloud Needle was soaked by the little white flower. No matter how much he drank it, he felt something was wrong. His resentment had not yet subsided.

"Wenxing, don't be rude. If someone hadn't been kind enough to take in, we were still wet in the rain outside, how could we have to be unreasonable just because of a little tea?" Zhou Wenjun scolded again, and at the same time gave a secret wink.

The middle-aged man was unwilling to lift the pottery jar and poured a cup for Gu Fenghua.

"Good tea, it's really good tea." Gu Fenghua blew the cold air and drank the tea happily, looking intoxicated.

On the opposite side, Zhou Wenjun relaxed his expression and drank the tea without moving.
Chapter completed!