After the three yuan and the third, the ministers angered the ceremony and the music collapsed

"I have no malice, and I have signed a treaty, and I will never leak this thing out. I'm just a little curious about what this thing is used for?"

The shopkeeper watched Jiang Zhao and Si Mubai both staring at him fixedly, he swallowed his saliva in fear, and then said in fear.

Both of them are wearing official uniforms now, and they haven't had time to change, so this makes the shopkeeper a little scared.

Moreover, the custom-made blueprints that Jiang Zhao produced were all signed by these shopkeepers. If something was leaked from them after some investigations, the amount they need to compensate is something they can't afford even if they earn money in three lifetimes.

Some shopkeepers don't really want to pick it up, but they can't help it, Jiang Zhao gave too much.

The price she gave was five times the market price, making Jiang Zhao's one thing worth making five other people's things.

Jiang Zhao smiled and said, "There's nothing you can't say about it. This is for making tea, but it's relatively rare."

Hearing Jiang Zhao's explanation, the shopkeeper nodded, and wisely did not ask any further questions.

When the two returned home, Si Mubai put the things on the table.

Jiang Zhao quickly said: "Be careful, be careful, this thing is precious."

Si Mubai smiled: "If it breaks, I can order another set for you."

Having said that, his hands are still a lot lighter.

After all, this set of Mr. Otamagawa not only costs money, it also takes time.

As far as this is concerned, it was still made urgently, and an additional expedited fee was paid.

The two went back to the room first to change clothes.

After changing into regular clothes, Si Mubai took her to the nearest teahouse.

Walking in, the storyteller inside is eloquent.

Xiao Er offered a cup of tea as usual.

Jiang Zhao took it, and looked at the overcrowded teacup, she moved it aside with a little disgust.

Just this tea, in the previous life, dogs would not drink it.

"I really don't know who can brew such tea. It's a waste of such a good pot of tea."

Jiang Zhao turned his head slightly and said to Si Mubai.

Just happened to be listened to by Xiao Er who was serving tea and water, and after pouring water for the guests, he went straight to the backyard.

In the backyard, in Yipu House, a man dressed elegantly was making tea on the stove.

Xiao Er walked over, put down the tea tray, sat next to the stove to enjoy the fire, and casually recounted what happened just now.

"Zhang Lang-jun, when I was delivering tea in the front hall, I heard Ichiro-kun complaining, saying that I don't know who can cook such bad tea, and wasting a pot of good tea leaves is simply reckless."

Zhang Langjun, who was concentrating on making tea, was taken aback when he heard Xiao Er's words.

He raised his head and asked, "What you said, is it true?"

Xiaoer nodded with conviction: "Of course it is true. I heard this with my own ears in the front hall. If Mr. Zhang doesn't believe it, he can go to the front hall to see it and tell himself whether it is true or not."

Hearing what Xiaoer said, Zhang Langjun didn't hesitate, he threw down the fan that was blowing the wind in his hand, and went to the front hall.

As soon as he arrived at the front hall, he recognized the person Xiao Er said just now who said that the tea he made was bad.

Xiaoer described these two gentlemen as bright and beautiful, with fluttering sleeves, and the tall ones are immortals descending to earth.

It's just that no matter how good-looking these two people are, Zhang Langjun can't arouse the slightest interest in him. Now he just wants to ask them why the tea he made is so bad.

You know, he is a well-known doctor of tea, and many people who come to this teahouse to drink tea come here in admiration of his name.

Xu Shi has been praised by others for many years, but now when someone says that the tea he makes is bad, he can't accept it.

He stepped forward with an angry face and asked.

"Just now, the two gentlemen said that the tea I made is extremely bad, and I wasted a pot of good tea. It's a waste of money."

Jiang Zhao turned to look at him with some doubts and asked.

"who are you?"

Zhang Langjun introduced with a very bad face: "I am the tea doctor of this teahouse. You just said that the extremely unpalatable tea is brewed by my hands."

"It turns out that you brewed this tea. I'm not wrong. This tea is really unpalatable. Not only the tea you brewed, but all the teas in this world are equally unpalatable."

Jiang Zhao said indifferently.

It's no wonder that tea made with onions, ginger, garlic, salt, and oil tastes good.

"This gentleman is really arrogant. The tea made by all the people in the world can't be eaten by him. Then I dare to ask, I don't know what kind of tea can be loved by him?"

The tea doctor looked unconvinced.

Jiang Zhao belittled all the tea lovers in the world with one sentence, how convinced he was.

"Good tea?"

"If I can make tea that tastes good to me in this world, then only the tea I brew will taste good."

Jiang Zhao said that although she is not an expert at making tea, she is not bad in this world.

And what she said was that if you can make tea that you like, the tea that this world has tried to add seasoning to, even if the tea fairy is still alive to make tea for her, it will not taste good.

Although it is said that ordering tea cannot be liked by everyone, it is enough for her to like it herself.

The doctor of tea laughed out of anger when he heard what Jiang Zhao said. He had never seen such a brazen person.

In front of everyone, he dared to boast about his craftsmanship, which was second to none in the world.

Jiang Zhao would really complain. She just said that in this world, she is the only one who can make tea that she feels delicious.

But he didn't say anything, the skill of making tea by himself is second to none in the world, this is completely the crime that the tea doctor put on himself for being uninhibited.

"Since Mr. Lang is so confident in his tea-making skills, why don't we take a gamble. If Mr. Mr. cooks only the best tea in the world, I will let Mr. Lang have this teahouse, how about it?"

Zhang Langjun still had confidence in his tea-making skills, so he dared to gamble with Jiang Zhao.

"What's the use of your teahouse if I want it? You can't use it to eat or drink it. You have to waste my time to take care of it. You don't gamble or gamble."

In that wine shop alone, her energy is not enough, if it wasn't for Jiuqi, Wei Xiang, and Si Mubai's assistance, how could she sit here drinking tea and listening to books.

But to Zhang Langjun's ears, Jiang Zhao was scared and dared not accept the bet. What she said just now was just nonsense.

Zhang Langjun sneered: "Why, is Lang Jun afraid?"

"I haven't asked my lord to pay for the gambling, but I didn't expect him to be afraid."

"Since I'm afraid, I hope you can apologize to my tea for what you said just now!"

Mr. Zhang is a strong man, and he must also be a tea lover, otherwise he wouldn't care so much about Jiang Zhao's casual remarks just now.

He even asked Jiang Zhao to apologize for his tea.