The fragrance of the tea leaves wafted out from the iron pot.
You have to say that Old Li is a professional, the skill level of his tea-frying technique is truly commendable.
Old Li was a bit surprised as he smelled the aroma of the tea.
This tea is quite fragrant!
Your average tea couldn't achieve this level.
He had fried many batches of tea before, and had picked most of the tea trees in the mountains.
But it's all about the geographical environment, isn't it? As the saying goes, oranges grown in the south are sweet, while those grown in the north are bitter; the tea trees from here simply can't compare to those from the south.
But Xu Yang's tea leaves were a bit different.
Uncommonly fragrant.
"Only a Farm Director could produce such distinctive tea leaves," Old Li exclaimed as he fried the tea.
Xu Yang watched the tea-frying process carefully, while Xu Hongshan took out some sausages to feed the dogs on the side.
