Liang Jian: I have a canteen

On the other side of the bridge are Hongye, Akagi, and the brother and sister Xiaomei.

Xu San and Hei Qi did not show up, but sat by the window on the second floor of a teahouse not far away.

It’s still the same location, and the guy serving is still the same.

I haven't seen Xu San for a while. This guy looks quite similar.

To be precise, he wanted money.

Just in the morning, he was still thinking that if Xu San came again and was still as generous as before, he would be able to save enough money to marry a wife when he went home for the New Year.

He has been in Shanghai for three years, and although the lights and the nightlife there are very tempting,

But he is a simple man who pursues a piece of land, a wife and children, and a warm bed.

Therefore, ever since Xu San entered the door, the corners of his mouth twisted unnaturally. He lowered his head and led Xu San to his old seat on the second floor.

Xu San sat down, took out a large-denomination French currency and handed it over directly, "Go and buy the jar for Kuaiji Mountain, which has been there for ten years."

Ten-year-old rice wine didn't cost much, so Xu San gave a lot, but the waiter was still very tactful and said, "You gave too much."

"If you have more, buy me a bag of Wudou. This is a snack in Jinhai, but it's hard to find here."

"That's a lot!" the boy raised his eyebrows and continued.

Xu San also smiled and waved his hand, "You can keep the rest."

"Okay!" The guy lowered his body and stepped back.

Soon, he brought Xu San a teapot, teacups, and a plate of dried fruits.

The tea set that had just been heated was still steaming and looked warm.

Picking up the tea can, the waiter took out a spoonful of tea leaves, poured it into the teapot, and then lifted the big teapot high.

The hot water flowed down from a high place like a silver snake and accurately drilled into the teapot.

As the boiling water fell, a bitter smell with the fragrance of bamboo floated up from the teapot.

Xu San raised his nose to sniff it and praised, "Good tea, this should be Bamboo Leaf Green Tea." "Hello sir, you will know it after just one smell." The waiter said flatteringly as he put away the teapot.

"Haha, I just said that last time, but I didn't expect you to actually pay attention to it."

"This tea is too bitter, not many people drink it, and the tea on the counter is all old. After you mentioned it that day, I told the shopkeeper, and he specially bought a few taels from other tea shops."

Without the waiter helping, Xu San picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Hei Qi, then poured himself a cup.

"Pack the rest for me. I'll take it with me when I leave."

After that, he said to Hei Qi, "This is good tea. Although it is not as famous as Longjing and Biluochun, it is also a famous tea in China."

Heiqi picked up the teacup, smelled it, and took a sip.

The hot tea swirled around the mouth and then went down the throat into the stomach.

"How is it?" Xu San asked, and then he took a sip himself.

"bitter!"

Hei Qi answered truthfully.

Zhuyeqing is indeed much more bitter than Longjing, Biluochun and the like.

But its aftertaste is unique.

The taste of bitterness followed by sweetness is much stronger than that of other types of green tea.

It is also for this reason that it makes it a niche among China's traditional green teas.

Even in later generations, it is difficult to buy fakes in PDD.

As the sweet taste arrived, a strange sense of happiness appeared on Heiqi's dead fish-like face.

Then he picked up the cup and took a big sip. (End of this chapter)