The scumbag's little ancestor hasn't fallen off the horse

Chapter 293 Feng Zhiting and Tea

Before Fu Xiuyao could speak, Gu Lingyuan came over with her luggage, "Dad, don't be so straightforward, let's go in and talk."

"Haha." Gu Jinhua raised his head and smiled, raised his eyebrows slightly at Feng Zhiting, his teeth bared, "Good boy, come in and sit down, grandpa will make tea for you."

Feng Zhiting originally thought that the old man's attitude towards him would not be very friendly, but now that the old man directly calls himself grandfather to him, it seems that he approves of him.

He turned his head to look at Fu Xiuyao beside him, and asked, "What kind of person is your grandfather?"

She said as she walked, "You can chat all morning about the tea-making skills and tea-tasting mentality. I think you will have a lot to talk about, just like the old people in the park who always sit and chat together."

Feng Zhiting: ...

Does this mean he is old or the old man is young?

Entering the house and coming to the hall, the furniture in the house is a bit old, and the color of the walls is no longer pure white.

Sitting on the slightly shabby sofa, they watched Gu Jinhua take out a box of red tea tins from under the coffee table. The exquisite packaging was incompatible with the surrounding environment.

Opening the box, Gu Jinhua scooped out the tea leaves inside with a wooden spoon, Feng Zhiting glanced at it lightly, and said in a deep voice, "It's Tengling Mountain Maojian."

Gu Jinhua's eyes lit up, he didn't expect to recognize the young man at a glance.

There are so many types of hair tips, and it must be very familiar to be able to identify them at once.

There are very few young people nowadays who understand tea. She was reluctant when he taught Xiuyao tea art and tea recognition.

"It's amazing, have you ever drank it?"

Fu Xiuyao pointed to the "Tengling Mountain, the top quality tea in country a, won the xx award" on the jar and said, "It's written on it."

Feng Zhiting, who was about to speak: ...

Gu Jinhua's smile froze: ...

Fu Chengjun and Gu Lingyuan, who had just sat down, looked at the three of them not far away, without making a sound to disturb them.

"The white tip of the hair is exposed, the color is emerald green, smooth and even, with a slight curve in the middle, it is the top tip of Tengling Mountain hair." Feng Zhiting explained and commented.

Gu Jinhua looked at him approvingly, and said while making tea: "Drink it? I think it tastes refreshing and not bitter, and it is easier for young people to accept."

"He has drunk all the good teas." Fu Xiuyao still remembered that the tea Feng Zhiting drank was different every day, and some teas needed to be specially brewed.

Gu Jinhua chuckled, "How do you know?"

Fu Xiuyao looked at Feng Zhiting and kicked him the question.

"Haha, I won't ask anymore." Gu Jinhua put the jar back, "How long have you been dating?"

Fu Xiuyao quickly changed the subject, "Where is grandma?"

Gu Jinhua stood up and looked away, feeling: "She is very busy writing articles on the second floor."

There was a touch of disappointment in the words, today was his birthday, and my wife was still busy with other things.

Gu Lingyuan heard her father's unhappiness, got up and walked to Gu Jinhua, and said with a smile: "Dad, I'm here to cook your birthday banquet at noon today, and the ingredients have been brought, you can chat with Xiuyao and Zhiting .”

"Okay." Seeing her daughter being so caring, Gu Jinhua's complexion quickly changed for the better.

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An hour later, the smell of food wafted from the kitchen, and Gu Jinhua sniffed, smelling his favorite sweet and sour fish inside.

"I'll go upstairs to call your grandma, and we'll continue talking about Yi Hanshan's two kinds of Maojian later." Gu Jinhua now loves Feng Zhiting so much, after so many years, there is actually someone who can chat with him about tea for more than an hour!
Fu Xiuyao: ...It's good to say "your grandma".

She was leaning on the sofa just now, watching Feng Zhiting chatting with her grandfather expressionlessly, from the shape to the taste of the tea, from the place of origin to the difficulty of buying and selling, is this really a birthday topic?
(End of this chapter)