After everyone left, Seventh Uncle pondered for a moment, "Tantan, is your mom still picking tea leaves on the mountain? Give her a call, and when she comes back, have her bring a few tea branches for me to look at."
"Sure."
Song Tan didn't even ask why and sent the message straight away, only Zhang Yanping wouldn't let any changes at home go unnoticed, and hurriedly inquired, "Seventh Uncle, what do you need the branches for?"
Seventh Uncle didn't hide his intentions, "I was thinking, if the tea leaves grow well, then the old branches and leaves must also be fragrant. It would be such a pity to just cut them and throw them on the ground or use them as firewood when they come back."
"Let's try it when it comes back, and if the taste is okay, we could maybe make—"
"I get it now!"
Zhang Yanping clapped his hands in realization, "You're thinking of making tea bricks or tea dust, aren't you?"
