Dongdongdongdongdong.

Suddenly, a knock on the door came.

Father Su got up and went to open the door.

When Su's father opened the door, it was Ye Chen.

"Hello Uncle Su."

Ye Chen greeted him politely.

"Xiaochen is here, come in quickly."

Su's father welcomed him warmly. He was talking to Lao Qian about his son-in-law just now, but he didn't expect that Xiaochen would come so soon.

After inviting Ye Chen in, Su's father introduced Ye Chen and Qian Yunzheng to each other.

"Uncle Qian."

"Hello, Xiaoye, hello."

After saying hello to Ye Chen, Qian Yunzheng wanted to continue to brag about the various advantages of his son-in-law.

At this time, Ye Chen suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Su, I accidentally got a little tea, not too much, I brought some today."

As he said that, Ye Chen took out the small red sandalwood box containing the big red rosary of Wuyi Mountain's mother tree.

"oh?"

Looking at the wooden box, Su's father and Qian Yunzheng immediately cast curious eyes.

Looking at the very small rosewood box, Qian Yunzheng looked a little despised.

Will the future son-in-law bring such a little tea when he comes to his father-in-law's house?

Too few.

His son-in-law came to visit him and brought him a big bag.

This is the gap.

"Xiaochen, how does it taste?"

Looking at the rosewood box, Su's father asked curiously.

"It should be OK, I haven't drunk it."

Ye Chen told the truth.

He just got Dahongpao and hadn't drunk it yet, but I think Dahongpao is so famous, it shouldn't be bad.

"Taste it, taste it."

Su's father opened the wooden box and smelled the fragrance. He immediately couldn't wait to take out some tea leaves.

After a while, the tea was brewed and Su's father poured three cups.

Ye Chen and Qian Yunzheng each took a cup.

"Guru."

Su's father picked it up and tasted it, and was shocked.

“It tastes so good.”

Su's father sighed.

Qian Yunzheng was a little surprised to see Su's father performing so much.

Isn't it just a little good tea, as for it?

Not that I haven't drunk it.

So Qian Yunzheng also picked up a cup of tea and tasted it.

Huh?!!

The taste is really good!

It's different from other teas.

"It's okay, it's a little worse than the best Pu'er that my son-in-law brought me before."

Qian Yunzheng said with a stubborn voice.

"By the way, Xiaochen, what kind of tea are you? Why haven't I drunk it before?"

After savoring several more, Su's father asked incredibly confusion.

He has drunk all kinds of top teas, such as Taiping Houkui, the best West Lake Longjing, etc.

But he has never tasted the tea that Xiaochen brought today.

"Mother Tree Dahong Painting."

Ye Chen spoke.

Um?!

Dahongpao?!

The simple three words shocked Su's father and Qian Yunzheng.

There is no problem with their ears.

Dahongpao?

What Xiaochen brought was actually the legendary Dahongpao?

"No, Xiaochen, where was your mother tree Dahongpao produced?"

Su's father asked again.

What if it was not the place he imagined, but the mother tree Dahongpao produced in another place?

"It's not a special place, it's just Wuyi Mountain."

Ye Chen answered calmly.

"puff......."

After hearing Ye Chen's words, Qian Yunzheng, who had just taken a sip of tea, suddenly spit out.

"Wu...yi...shan?!"

Su's father stuttered.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Ye Chen asked in surprise.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?!

Wuyi Mountain Mother Tree Dahong Pao?

This is the legendary tea leaf. Now, I'm afraid not many people are lucky enough to drink it.

The tea Xiaochen brought today was actually the Dahongpao, the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain!

As for Qian Yunzheng, who sprayed the tea, he looked at the tea he had just sprayed out on the ground and felt extremely painful.

This is the big red robe of the mother tree in Wuyi Mountain.

I sprayed out a mouthful of big red robe, which was simply a waste of resources.

Waste, too wasteful.

Looking at the remaining Dahongpao in his teacup, Qian Yun carefully put it on the table.

"Xiao Chen, are this box all the big red robes of the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain?"

Su's father looked at Ye Chen coming to a box of tea and asked Ye Chen.

He couldn't believe it was true.

"right."

Ye Chen nodded.

These are the big red robes of the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain?

so much?!

At least two hundred grams, or even more.

Qian Yunzheng no longer despised Ye Chen brought less tea, but felt that Ye Chen brought too much tea, too much tea.

As for where Ye Chen's tea comes from, both Qian Yunzheng and Su's father remained silent.

To get this kind of tea, you need an outrageously powerful network of contacts, which is not something that ordinary rich people can imagine.
To be continued...