Where is Meng Chaojun willing to accept other people's things, it is obvious that Duan Qingqing collected it for him.

"What's the good tea?"

In this way, Kuang Hong is really interested in this tea.

Duan Qingqing didn't accept any gifts, if it wasn't for a certain level, she would definitely not accept it.

"The name of this tea is also good, it's called glow-in-the-dark song. ”

Duan Qingqing took out a dark red tea can, "You haven't heard of it, have you? I heard that it is a kind of big red robe that has been very popular in the past two years." ”

Kuang Hong disagreed, "A lot of high-priced tea is actually just like that, and the taste is not very good, it's okay to coax fools and nouveau riche, and people who really know the goods won't buy it." ”

"This kind of is really not," Duan Qingqing said: "Although its price is very high, the output is really small, and it is not so easy to buy." Guess how much this jar in my hand is worth?"

The pot of tea in her hand looked like it was only 200 grams.

"Two hundred?"

Kuang Hong felt that she had already guessed Guili.

Duan Qingqing shook his head, "Sister-in-law, you guessed wrong, I went to ask someone who knows how to do it, this jar, one thousand eight." ”

"What? one thousand eight?" Kwong Hong's voice suddenly rose up.

Meng Lao happened to come in, and when he heard this, he immediately frowned, "What did you say about one thousand eight?"

It's not that he's interested in their conversation, but that he has always felt that Duan Qingqing, a woman, is unreliable, and his son listens to her for everything, so he is afraid that this woman will mess around and cause trouble for him.

Otherwise, why would he have to live with them?

In addition to this old mansion that he was unwilling to give up, staring at Duan Qingqing was also a plan that he had never said.

Although his son is stupid, after all, it is his son, and he is such a son.

Besides, if something happens to Meng Chaojun, it will definitely affect the past. For the sake of the past years, he also had to keep an eye on this woman.

Duan Qingqing was annoyed in his heart.

Sister-in-law is really, why are you saying this so loudly?

"It's nothing, Dad, I'm just chatting with my eldest brother and sister-in-law, and some tea is really expensive now. ”

Meng Lao frowned, walked over, and pointed to the can of tea in her hand, "Then how much is this can in your hand?" The tea he drinks now is all given by Jiang Xiao, and Jiang Xiao gave him the ginseng tea.

The taste is strong and fragrant, and the aftertaste is very sweet.

He was used to that kind of tea, and he couldn't drink any other tea. If it is paired with the refreshments given by Jiang Xiao, it will be really amazing.

"This one is very cheap, and it only costs sixty-eight yuan for a can. Duan Qingqing said without changing his face.

Duan Fei'an and Kuang Hong watched from the sidelines, they really admired her acting skills, and they were able to say that the tea leaves of one thousand eight were sixty-eight and their faces did not change, they really saw it for the first time.

Meng Lao sat down and didn't leave.

"Sixty-eight, then you make a pot, and I'll taste it too. ”

What the?

He also wants to taste it?

Duan Qingqing was even more angry.

Usually he disdains to sit with her, did he take the wrong medicine today?

But she couldn't drive Meng Donghai away in person, so she could only force a smile and make a pot of tea. Anyway, this old man couldn't drink anything from tea before, can he still drink this kind of luminous music?

She didn't expect that Meng Lao was used to drinking the tea given by Jiang Xiao, and his taste buds were also adjusted, and this glow-in-the-dark song happened to be from the ancient tea tree of the Huo family in the Huali Tea Garden.

The kind of tea that Jiang Xiao usually makes is picked from the tea trees in the space, and the two tea trees are the same variety, although there is a big difference in quality, but there is at least a little similarity.