Having settled down inside the house as host and guests, the conversation between Yun Shan and his father interrupted Lin Hai's thoughts, "Uncle, where did you use to work? Your face looks somewhat familiar."
Hearing Yun Shan's words, Lin Hai laughed and said, "I'm just a farmer, always relying on the heavens for my sustenance."
"Is that so!" A look of regret appeared on Yun Shan's face.
At this juncture, Lin Chen's mother took out a packet of Longjing tea, preparing to brew tea for everyone. This packet of Longjing was a reserve from a few years ago that father hadn't wanted to use, and it was only because a distinguished guest had come today that mother brought it out.
"Mom, let's not drink the Longjing, just drink my special tea instead," Lin Chen suddenly stood up and said.
Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, Mayor Li and his secretary who had come with Yun Shan laughed, thinking Lin Chen was stingy, unwilling to serve the Longjing tea.
