Taicang Mountain is the core production area for Xin'an Tea, and the majority of tea labels from Xin'an carry the mark of Taicang Mountain.
Yang Fan had thought that in Xin'an, there should be no one who didn't know the value and status of Tai Cang Mountain Tea Bricks, but today he came across an exception, and her grandfather was actually a tea maker.
The heritage of this family could be said to have been thoroughly interrupted.
Yu Hong Dou nestled in Yang Fan's arms like a well-behaved affectionate cat. Her cheeks were pink with bashful tenderness as she whispered softly, "We'll still sleep... as usual, right? I don't want to be the kind of person who betrays their benefactors. If it weren't for Brother Fanzi reminding me, I might have been treated like that by at least two hundred people in this place... just thinking about it makes me want to die."
