Ye Jingtian did not pay attention to Qin Shuang's teasing and scolding but closed his eyes, savoring the rich aroma of the tea in his mouth.
It was quite a while before he opened his eyes and smiled blissfully.
"Good tea, good tea, Top Grade indeed."
Ye Jingtian's expression scared Zhang Fan considerably.
"Uncle Ye, you rushed over in such a hurry, what's the matter?" Zhang Fan asked, smacking his lips.
Ye Jingtian's eyes widened, and he instantly became annoyed, "You prodigal, is that how you waste tea?"
Zhang Fan was confused. Tea? Ah? What's going on?
Qin Shuang's eyebrows shot up, "How can you speak to Xiao Fan like that, dammit, get lost."
It was then that Ye Jingtian realized what he had said. He took a deep breath and hurriedly said to Zhang Fan, "Xiao Fan, do you know what kind of tea this is?"
"Dahongpao, right?" Zhang Fan replied puzzledly, it was just Dahongpao, after all, he only knew that his dad treasured it greatly.
