Just got dumped, the school belle told me to go to the hospital to sign

Fu's mother really doesn't understand tea, but after hearing what he said, she quickly praised her son-in-law, "Then this son-in-law is really good."

Father Fu nodded, "Just because I can get this tea, I'm impressed with him."

After a pause, he added, "His plaster is also good, it doesn't seem to hurt anymore."

Fu's mother didn't believe it, "Really, it's only been half an hour, and it doesn't hurt anymore?"

Father Fu's back injury recurred, and it was a pain overnight.

How can it be so fast?

Father Fu moved, with a look of wonder and surprise on his face, "Hey, it really doesn't hurt anymore, it's amazing."

When he said no pain, he meant that there was no obvious pain, but there was still a dull pain.

The effect of the plaster is the same as all the ones he has used before, and it is more effective. This is not a joke.

Mother Fu followed suit, "That's good, that's good. He gave two packs, about two hundred sheets."

"With this plaster in the future, I don't have to worry about back pain anymore!"

Father Fu nodded, with a look of joy on his face, "I won't take a shower tonight, so I'll stick to it, don't let it go to waste."

Fu's mother nodded, "That's right, you can go to sleep on the sofa."

She has a quirk, father Fu doesn't take a bath, so don't even think about lying on the bed.

Father Fu nodded, "Sure, I'll sleep on the sofa then."

Outside their master bedroom was a small living room with a sofa and some of his tea-making tools.

There are cars outside, parked in their parking space outside.

Mother Fu stood in front of the window and looked around, "Who is it at night?"

Father Fu said with a smile, "Go to bed, it's Lao Zhan who is here."

Fu's mother quickly realized, "What did you ask him to do at night? Drink tea with you?"

Father Fu didn't say anything, so he acquiesced.

"Then I'm going to sleep, the tea from my son-in-law, let's show it off."

This sentence made Fu's father very embarrassed.

Because that's what he thinks.

Lao Zhan loves tea, and the two have been friends for many years because of tea. Even so, his collection, Papa Fu, can't drink it.

“Good tea!”

As soon as Lao Zhan entered the small living room, he smelled it, and his eyes lit up, "Isn't it Wushan tea?"

Father Fu made him a cup without saying anything.

Lao Zhan took a sip, and immediately regained his energy, "It's really Wushan tea, and this taste... where did you get it?"

"Tell me quickly, I have made a lot of investment recently, buy as much as I have!"

Father Fu recalled it, and laughed when he heard his words, "Do you think I'm short of money?"

Lao Zhan slapped his forehead, he forgot about Fu's father being rich in his excitement just now,

"Yes, yes, you are not short of money, so how much did you spend to buy it? How much do you have, sell it to me."

According to Lao Zhan, even though Father Fu loves to drink tea, there is no good tea at home.

The good tea in his hand is the kind that has a price but no market.

And Lao Zhan has a wide network of contacts and many channels, and there are some teas at home that Fu's father can't buy even if he has money.

For this reason, Lao Zhan used to speak up from time to time, despising his tea.

Now, Papa Fu finally has a feeling of turning (defeat) into victory.

"Sell? I owe you some money?"

"This...you are not short of money, but good things should be shared (shared) with good friends."

"I won't sell it, and I won't share (share) it with you. I just asked you to come over and have a taste."

Listen, there are so many bamboo shoots!

Lao Zhan didn't bother with him, and even started to act like a baby, which made Father Fu tough.

"Sell me some, will it work? You can agree on what conditions, as long as I can do it!"

Father Fu laughed at him, "You are a man in your 40s, well-dressed, with a string of valuable suet and Tian jade beads on your wrist. Don't you act like a child?"

Lao Zhan chuckled, not paying attention at all.

Anyway, it's just a joke, they are all brothers for many years, and there is no third person here.

It doesn't matter what the face is, and it is the business to get tea.

Lao Zhan suddenly realized and said, "I see, you must not have much, probably only 10 grams, maybe less."

Papa Fu became angry, and immediately put out a small pot of tea leaves.

"Let me show you, what is a trench!"

Lao Zhan's eyes lit up, and he was envious, "Oh my God, you have so many! Where did you get them?"

"This box looks like a treasure. The workmanship is really exquisite. Ah, this small pot is also well made. It can be called a handicraft."

He was so greedy, "Give me some, for the sake of our friendship for so many years."

Fu's father asked late, "Which bag do you want?"

Happiness came so suddenly, here are five unopened pouches, all of which are rare.

Lao Zhan was so moved that he almost cried. He didn't expect Father Fu to be so generous.

He reflected, "Old Fu, I used to be too stingy, and I was too stingy with you. I will correct this problem."

"I, I want this bag, this bag!"

Father Fu took the one in his hand, "I won't give you any bag you want!"