small business

Chapter 8
It doesn't take long to wash your hands, so Yi Ming came out of the Oxford Green toilet very quickly.

I don't know if she heard what these people said.

In short, it is not obvious from the expression.

She smiled so innocently, as if she had never been abused by this world.

Yi Ming stopped, glanced in the direction of the crowd, and then walked quickly towards the crowd.

The people who were talking a lot just now may have realized that what they said was a bit too much, so they all silenced.

However, in Fei Yiban's view.

People who can say such things will definitely not feel that they are too much.

Just like those classmates who made fun of his clothes when he was young.

They all feel that they are the embodiment of justice.

Sinful, unconscionable, broken things, can these people's mouths be more poisonous?

Fei Yiban, who has also experienced personal attacks, knows the answer is yes.

Most of these people simply haven't figured out what to say.

Fei Yiban, who felt the same way, wanted to help and say something.

No suitable position was found.

While hesitating, I saw Yi Ming crossing the crowd, and asked a person who was still standing at the door of the village committee in a gentle and pleasant voice, "Grandma, why are you here?"

The people who were talking a lot about each other just now turned around and took a look.

The aunt in black nudged the aunt who was standing next to her with her elbow, and asked, "When did the colorful butterfly come?"

Aunt Yanzi shook her head, started to tug on the sleeve of her husband who was wearing a military overcoat, and asked in a low voice, "Tao Caidie probably didn't hear what we just said, did she?"

The uncle in the military overcoat scolded in a low voice: "You don't have to worry about whether people overhear you if you didn't say a few words just now."

The daughter-in-law of the village chief in flowered dress came to Yi Cunzhang's side.

Yi Cunzhang's expression was also not very good-looking: "I told you to boil some water, why did you call such a group of people to the village committee?"

"Of course it's helping!" The village chief's wife pointed to Yi Ming at the door, and said, "Otherwise, you're still counting on that bastard... that one? Did you see that, it's all your credit for yourself."

The village head's wife probably just called it a junk thing.

Due to the fact that Fei Yiban was still sitting at the scene, and they were much closer than when she was at the door just now, the aunt in floral clothes finally restrained herself a little.

"You can get it, if there is no Mingwazi, Mr. Fei would have left long ago, why would he come to our village committee to drink tea?" Yi Cunzhang scolded his wife: "It's all my fault! What credit do I have? ? If you don’t say a few words, no one will think you are dumb.”

The aunt in the flower dress smiled at Fei Yiban.

She obviously didn't take Yi Cunzhang's words to heart.

Such a person probably feels that he is born to be a just judge.

"Grandma came to see you." Tao Caidie's voice was very low, apparently among all the people present, the only one who really felt embarrassed.

"Isn't your guy still sick?" The aunt in black asked Tao Caidie kindly: "What are you doing here?"

"Her father was so happy yesterday that he sprained his foot while walking, so he couldn't get out of bed." Tao Caidie replied, her voice was still very low.

But judging from the content of the speech, she obviously heard the discussion of these people before, and wanted to explain to Yi Ming.

"Grandma, what's interesting about me?" Yi Ming stretched out his hand and patted the dust on Tao Caidie's shoulder.

Yi Ming's back is facing right now, so Fei Yiban can't see the bright smile on the egg girl's face.

But even just by listening to the voice, one can know that the speaker is relaxed and happy at the moment, without any dissatisfaction because of what these people are talking about.

"I asked you to deliver a basket of eggs, but I haven't seen you for a long time." Tao Caidie explained a little embarrassedly, "Your father is worried about you, so let me come and see you."

"I have nothing to worry about." Yi Ming said, "The village chief has something to do with me, and I'll go back when it's over."

"Well, Mom and Dad are waiting for you at home." Tao Caidie asked again, "Did you give the egg to the village chief, and did you apologize properly?"

"Grandma, I'm sorry, I accidentally broke all the double-yolk eggs that Dad saved." Yi Ming lowered his voice and said to Tao Caidie, "Grandma, please don't tell Dad, he might tell you later How to say me."

Tao Caidie was very happy to share a little secret with Yi Ming, and agreed repeatedly, "Then grandma go back and look at your grandpa first, you have to clean up this place before going home for dinner!"

As soon as Tao Caidie came, she saw the broken corpse of [Mr. Egg] that hadn't been cleaned up completely on the ground.

If it weren't for worrying that these eggs were thrown out by the village chief, Tao Caidie's personality would definitely not have kept the people who were talking too much just now.

Fei Yiban originally thought that he was allergic to the comments of the villagers, so serious that it aroused the shadow of being ridiculed by the crowd when he was a child.

I never thought that the conversation between Yi Ming and Tao Caidie would heal me so quickly.

[Abba and Ama] is [Mingwazi] who really loves them, and is a very communicative parent who respects their children's preferences.

No wonder, Yi Ming has such a good personality.

It turned out not only because of his age, but also because he grew up in a loving family.

After solving the case, Fei Yiban's mood also changed.

The only thing that surprised him was why he was in a bad mood just now.

Since Yi Ming went to wash his hands until now, has anything related to him happened?

Even if it's just a little bit?

Oh yes, Yi Cunzhang's wife smiled at him.

that smile...

Hey, I can't describe it...

Fei Yiban quickly shook his head, thinking: [Sister Yi Ming, can you please smile at me quickly and let me wash my eyes. 】

Fei Yiban is deeply sorry for his previous dislike of Yi Ming's smile.

There is no harm without comparison!
Then, Yi Ming really smiled at him brightly.

After sending Tao Caidie away, Yi Ming sat down opposite Fei Yi's class.

It seems that the mood has not been affected by the discussions just now.

The most innocent smile hangs on the girlish face.

"Mr. Fei, let me make you tea." Yi Ming said to Fei's class.

Yi Cunzhang invited all these women, including his own wife, out.

He originally asked his wife to boil water and him to make tea.

Now the person who makes the tea is replaced by Yi Ming, and he must take care of the water boiling.

Seven parts water and three parts tea.

If you want to brew tea well, the quality and temperature of the water are the most important things.

Yi Ming just said that her tea art is incomparable to that of the village chief, and she is really not being modest. Yi Cunzhang's tea art is indeed first-class in Yijia Village.

He belongs to the kind who can know the temperature of the water with a single tap.

Of course, it was also because he was always good at patting the kettle that had just boiled for a long time, making his hands almost black as carbon.

A thermostatic kettle that can adjust the temperature is no longer a rare thing.

The price is also very close to the people.

Yi Ming gave one to Yi Cunzhang three years ago.

Then Yi Cunzhang disliked him for a long time—[What kind of muzi tea can I make with the water boiled by this thing? 】

The habit that Yi Cunzhang has cultivated all his life has not changed with the appearance of the thermostatic kettle.

He still uses the most primitive charcoal fire to boil water to make tea, so he needs to boil two pots. If the water temperature in one pot is not enough, replace it with the other pot.

I don't know if it's because Yi Ming is so careful that he discovered Fei Yiban's dislike for tea sets, or it's just because he attaches great importance to decision makers.

Yi Ming bent down and rummaged under the Kung Fu tea table for a while, and found a new cup.

The cup made of ceramic texture is very clean white on the inside, and a very festive bright red on the outside, and it is also inlaid with golden dragons.

Especially like a wedding tea set.

Brand new.

It is completely different from the cheap and tea-stained cups full of tea tables.

In front of Fei Yiban, Yi Ming scalded the cup three times with freshly boiled water before putting the cup in front of him.

After this operation, Fei Yiban's hostility towards "drinking tea in the house" dissipated by half.

The remaining half is his concern about the tea itself.

When Fei Yiban went up the mountain in a van, he saw many ancient white tea trees in Yijia Village.

He can recognize the ancient white tea tree because he likes to drink white tea.

And it must be ten-year-old silver needle old white tea.

The reason why old white tea is favored by Fei Yiban is that the price increases by at least 20% every year.

Good white tea, the more you keep it for one year, the more expensive it will be.

The appreciation space is bigger than Moutai.

People like Fei Yiban, who are at the level of car gods, only drink luwak at charity auctions for coffee, and white tea, which must be of the level that 800 grams can be auctioned for [-].

Why do you have to drink the auction whether it is tea or coffee?

To be honest, people who would ask such a question must know nothing about the life of a real nobleman. If tea is not expensive enough, how can it be worthy of Fei Dache Shen Jingui's stomach?
Even if condescending to the extreme, this year's silver needles are already the bottom line for Fei Yiban to accept.

The results of it?
Yinzhen Yinzhen, as the name suggests, the leaves are very small.

The tea that Yi Cunzhang asked Yi Ming to make for him, the leaves were as big as mulberry leaves.

The people of Yijia Village, entertaining the decision makers, dare to bring out this kind of inferior product with large leaves, which is at most peony level, right?
Is it because the bully "Oxford University" doesn't understand white tea?

If it wasn't really a bit cold, Fei Da Tea God wouldn't be wronged to take a sip of such inferior tea.

as predicted.

Rider's eyes are sharp.

If the cup that Yi Ming brewed and poured to him was tea, then the tea should have been brewed a hundred and eight thousand times, right?

Does this taste like tea?
What's the difference between drinking water and drinking water?
Is it too late for him to spit it out now?
Eh?
Wait, wait a minute!
Was he so thirsty he was hallucinating?

Didn't he just drink plain water?

What's going on with this mouthful of repentance now?

Why can Huigan become more and more intense as time goes by?
Is this the tea that can be drunk in the world?

Fei Yiban put his cup on the edge of the tea beach, and signaled Yi Ming with his actions—【Please give me another cup. 】

And then it was cup after cup.

To be honest, for a person like him who can only wear high imitation sneakers, if someone is willing to make tea and bring it to him, how can there be so many choices?
(End of this chapter)