Inherit For Three Thousand Years

Apart from his appearance, he originally didn't think he was inferior to Xiao Yao. The name Xiao Yao was unknown, even if his family had money, he would definitely not be as good as theirs.

Although their family's wealth is not as good as Cheng Zhenshan, they are also among the ten billionaires. There is no surname Xiao in the wealthy circle in China. At this point, he has always had a psychological advantage.

But now that Xiao Yao suddenly took out such two boxes of tea, Lu Yuan's psychological advantage was immediately lost.

With these two boxes of tea, Xiao Yao must have come from a rich family. This is what worries him the most. Although it is different from before, if compared with the real rich and powerful, rich families like theirs are still not enough.

He was planning to continue to provoke Xiao Yao's mind, and suddenly it seemed as if he had been splashed with cold water, and it was immediately cold.

"The Dahongpao mother tree and the 18 Longjing mother trees have always been a legend to me. I have never had a chance to taste the taste of tea from these two mother trees. I didn't expect that there will be a day when my dream comes true. I’m not welcome. I’ll accept these two boxes of tea.” Since he agreed to Xiao Yao’s visit, he basically recognized his future son-in-law’s identity in my heart. He accepted the gift Xiao Yao gave him. Peace of mind.

Xiao Yao then took out two small jars of wine, "These two jars of wine were brewed when the Republic of China was established. They are considered to be a century-old. You can drink it first, Uncle Cheng, and I have them there. When you finish drinking, I will Bring it to you."

Cheng Zhenshan picked up a wine jar and carefully appreciated it, "I have only had the honor to drink a hundred-year-old wine. The mellow taste is still fresh in my memory. I like these two jars of wine very much. I'm not welcome."

Xiao Yao continued to bring out two bottles of red wine, "These are two bottles of Romani Conti in 69 years. Aunt Qin likes to drink red wine. I hope you will like it."

After he took out the two bottles of wine, Lu Yuan's face suddenly became a little unnatural.

I am afraid of comparison in any matter. The two bottles of 96-year-old Romane Conti originally brought by Lu Yuan from abroad are indeed rare. They are definitely a big face-saving thing when they are given out as gifts.

But now Xiao Yao turned out to be two bottles of 69-year-old Romane Conti, the same Romani Conti, one was produced in 69, and the other was produced in 96. The time difference is 27 years, which is not comparable at all.

The same gift, Lu Yuan is defeated!

This is really a sad perception, and Lu Yuan is even more frustrated.

Originally made up his mind to say goodbye to Xiao Yao, now Lu Yuan's thoughts of fighting are completely extinguished.

"Romane Conti has always been my favorite. I can't refuse this gift. You have a heart." Tan Moran was very happy to receive such a gift.

"I'll also bring you two boxes of old mountain ginseng, just to replenish your body." Xiao Yao took out two more boxes.

He opened the lids of the two boxes, revealing two thick ginseng trees that are intact and resemble a human shape. "The ginseng tree in the black box is said to be 110 years old. The ginseng age of the other box should be For 120 years, it couldn't be better to replenish the body."

Lu Yuan felt that Xiao Yao might be against him deliberately. Otherwise, why the gifts Xiao Yao sent were the same as the gifts he brought, and each gift was much stronger than the one he brought.

The same is white wine, what he brought was aged Maotai, but what Xiao Yao brought was 100-year-old. It is also Romani Conti, his wine is 96 years old, but Xiao Yao actually brought it to 69 years. Now it is also the old mountain ginseng. The one he brought was 50 years old, and there was only one, and Xiao Yao had two ginsengs, and they were all 100 years old.

There is no doubt that he was crushed.

Lu Yuan's guess was correct, Xiao Yao did deliberately target him. Originally, he only prepared the two heavyweight gifts, and did not have these small gifts. In order to crush Lu Yuan, these small gifts were temporarily added to the gift bag from the holy soul ring.

Tan Moran was once again shocked by Xiao Yao's great writing.

Not to mention how expensive these two hundred-year-old ginseng plants are, the key is that there is nowhere to buy them if there is money.

After entering modern society, no matter how inaccessible places are, there are human footprints. Centuries-old ginseng has become more and more rare, and it has been rarely heard in recent years.

Xiao Yao just shot two hundred-year-old ginseng. This sincerity is absolutely sufficient.

Although the two boxes of tea just now are equally rare, they are definitely not as important as these two hundred-year-old ginsengs.

The century-old ginseng can be used to save lives at critical moments. No matter how precious the two boxes of tea are, they can only be enjoyed by the senses, not a necessity.

"Hundred-year-old ginseng is becoming more and more rare. Yuyu's grandmother is getting older. I will keep one plant for spare. You should take the other one back. Maybe the elderly at home will use it sometime." Tan Moran suggested.

"I still have these two ginsengs at home. These two ginsengs are used to replenish your body. If they are not enough, you will let me know at any time. I will bring them to you again. There is no need to save them." In this matter, Xiao Haruka is not humble.

Xiao Yao's indifferent attitude once again deeply shocked everyone, as if to him, a century-old ginseng is like Chinese cabbage, and there is as much as he wants.

"Since you still have it at home, then I'm not being polite. I will leave both of these two ginseng plants." Tan Moran was no longer polite and accepted very happily.

It is also a gift worth tens of millions, Xiao Yao may be her future son-in-law, Qin Moran accepts it with peace of mind.

"These are all small gifts I brought over by the way. It's not worth mentioning. You can enjoy Aunt Tan and Uncle Cheng, don't let it go."

Such a good thing turned out to be just a small gift brought over by the way. Everyone was very curious about the two gifts he carefully prepared.

Xiao Yao took out a scroll, opened it cautiously, and said, "I heard Cheng Yu said that Aunt Tan likes calligraphy, and I specially selected this one for you. Do you like it?"

This scroll looked like an old antique, Tan Moran found a pair of white gloves, took a magnifying glass, and began to appreciate it carefully.

Cheng Zhenshan and Cheng Yu also surrounded them. Although they didn't have any professional appreciation knowledge, their curiosity was the same.

After the appreciation, Tan Moran was not very confident and asked: "When the book is used, I hate less. In the appraisal, I am only half a bottle of water. Is this the real work of Yi'an?"

"Auntie Tan is too modest, your judgment is correct, this is indeed the real work of Yi'an." Xiao Yao said affirmatively.

"Didn't it mean that there is no authenticity of Yi'an Jushi?" Although she had already identified it, Tan Moran was still surprised after hearing Xiao Yao's affirmative reply.