The biological mother of the child prodigy cub was handed over to the country by the entire Internet

The cameraman who followed Song Sha and the others clearly captured this scene.

The exclamation mark dominated the screen in the live broadcast room.

【! ! ! ! ! ! 】

[I’ve seen 200-pound tortoise movement masters, I’ve seen tank builders, and I’ve seen monkeys climbing trees yesterday. I didn’t expect you, Sister Sha, to know how to use iron sand palms! 】

[What if I became more and more into fantasy? If I hadn’t known that this was the real world, I would have thought that Sister Sha had traveled through time to cultivate immortality. 】

[Niubi Niubi, I was really shocked! 】

[Hahahahaha, look at you who have never seen the world. My grandpa can also fry tea. It’s not as exaggerated as you think. As long as you can control the heat, it’s not hot at all. 】

However, when Gu Rongrong saw it, she was as anxious as most netizens and ran over.

"Mommy, scald!"

Song Sha smiled at him and rolled the green tea leaves left and right in her slender white palms.

"Not hot."

Gu Rongrong didn't believe it, tears welled up in her eyes: "Don't lie to me. Other children are easy to lie to, but Rongrong is not easy to lie to. Mommy's hand is about to rot, oooooooooo."

Gu Rongrong shed two huge tears in her eyes, and her little lips kept trembling.

Song Sha really had nothing to do with him, so she stopped what she was doing and walked over, took his little hand and squeezed it gently.

"Look, Mommy is fine."

Song Sha's hand was warm, and it seemed that it really wasn't affected at all. Only then did Gu Rongrong let go of her hanging heart, and the tears in her eyes fell onto Song Sha's hand.

"Does it hurt?" Gu Rongrong raised her round eyes, which made people feel extremely distressed.

Song Sha shook her head, fearing that the little one would be worried, so she patiently explained to Gu Rongrong: "In fact, it doesn't hurt at all. You just need to control the strength, and no matter how hot the pot is, nothing will happen."

Gu Rongrong nodded in understanding, "As long as mommy doesn't get hurt, it's fine. You can't get hurt. Rongrong will be very, very, very distressed."

He held Song Sha's hand and rubbed his little face, which was enough to show his nervousness.

"Okay." Song Sha pinched his face lightly.

At this moment, rushing footsteps and the old man's voice came from the house in the courtyard.

"Oh, what happened, my tea leaves!"

When the old man came out with messy hair, he happened to face Song Sha and Gu Rongrong in the yard.

"You are………"

"You old man." The old village chief stood up from the stove, "Don't you even care about your own tea?"

At this mention, the old man hurried over to check the tea leaves. He thought that the tea leaves in the pot had already become mushy, but unexpectedly the leaves were wrapped.

"Can't you tell, Lao Zhang, do you know how to fry tea?" Cha Lao teased the old village chief, put his hand into the pot and picked it up to take a look. The green leaves converge just right, which shows that the hand is light and the temperature control is excellent without any unevenness.

"Lao Zhang, you're pretty good at frying. You'd better not worry about the village affairs. How about you help me fry tea?"

The old village chief really wanted to slap this girl, but Cha Lao was two years older than him.

"If I knew how, nothing would happen to you." The old village chief looked at Song Sha next to him, "The little girl helped you make up for it, otherwise you would have wasted such a big pot of tea."

Upon hearing this, Cha Lao looked at the woman beside him, a little surprised: "Did you fry the pot of tea just now?"

Song Sha: "Know a little bit."

You are really humble, but that’s not a big deal!

But seeing as she is so young, I didn't expect to have such a technique, which is really rare.

"Is your family doing this?" Cha Lao could only think of this, otherwise ordinary people would not have such skillful techniques.

Song Sha shook her head, "I'm just lucky enough to have learned a little bit."

That starts with Master Song Sha. In such a harsh environment in the last days, her master was able to get some green leaves and let the people in the organization take turns to fry tea. It was at that time that she learned how to do it.

Later I heard that all the tea they roasted was distributed to the top management of the organization.

No matter where you are, the rules of the world never change.

It will always be the jungle of the jungle, no matter in this world or that world, those so-called "high-level people" will always have someone to serve them.

Cha Lao felt that the girl was a little reserved, so he stopped asking, "Okay, okay, I thought that the younger generation would not want to learn this craft. It is hard and tiring, and they all like to be replaced by the machine industry. I didn't expect that there would be more It’s not easy for someone like you who is willing to learn.”

Song Sha thought about her plans for tomorrow, and this senior's help was indispensable. She smiled: "After all, it is the inheritance of the older generation. No matter how powerful the modern machine industry is, it cannot replace the inheritance of handwork."

"well said!"

Cha Lao immediately felt that this girl was different, completely different from the tea merchants' daughters he met.

He likes this kind of respect for what has been passed down by his predecessors. He cannot agree with it, but he should at least respect it.

"Yes, everyone who knows tea knows that handmade tea leaves will not loose tea, smell of rust, let alone rotten tea, tea residues, difficulty in brewing, etc."

“That’s what’s so great about handmade tea.”

Song Sha glanced at the camera next to her. From this moment on, she began to prepare for tomorrow's plan, "Senior is right, only handmade tea can ensure that the nutrition of each tea leaf can be maximized."

This made Mr. Cha very happy, "Little girl, you really know a lot about tea. We must have tea together before we leave!"

"Oh, yes, wait until I finish frying the tea leaves."

Song Sha took the initiative and said, "Let me do it. What I fired just now deserves to be finished by me."

Cha Lao just wanted to see her skills, so he gave up his position instead of taking the job.

Song Sha brought Gu Rongrong to the old village chief, fearing to scare him again, although Song Sha knew that after explaining to Gu Rongrong, he would stop crying without worrying.

Song Sha walked to the bucket and washed her hands again.

This time there was no rush as before. Song Sha waved to the cameraman and asked him to get closer and take pictures.

One minute later, Song Sha's method of making tea was shown in the live broadcast room, which made netizens' eyes widen.

【Fuck! 】

[Wori! 】

[Just now I thought Sister Sha was awesome, but now that I look at it like this, Sister Sha is really good at this technique! 】

[Sister Sha, let’s break the vest. Does your family make fried tea? If you don't know how to write, you may not be able to learn it just by studying it. 】

[It’s over, I can smell the fragrance of tea through the screen, I want to make tea! 】

[The tea has just been brewed and I took a sip. I didn’t notice it before, but now when I taste it, it’s exactly what Sister Sha and this old man said. It smells of rust and tea residue. 】

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I want to drink the tea roasted by Sister Sha, how can I buy the tea leaves from Duicun, please find a channel! 】

[Don’t run away from the front, I want it too! 】

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Cha Lao saw the girl's technique from the side and couldn't help but smile.

Sure enough, the movements of opening and closing, the skillful kneading of tea, the techniques of spreading and collecting tea, and rolling tea are really rare among the younger generation!

There were fewer tea leaves in this pot, so it was easy to stir-fry. Soon Song Sha rolled up the tea leaves and placed them in a sieve to dry.

When she finished frying, Cha Lao looked at Song Sha with a face filled with relief, and even joked with a smile.

"Haha, it seems I won't be able to sell tea to you in the future."

Thinking of this, Cha Lao felt a little melancholy.

"The tea in our village is really good, natural and wild. Unfortunately, this place is too far away and the transportation is inconvenient. Many things cannot be transported out. No matter how good the tea is, what's the use."

"How can a good thing be buried?" Song Sha said seriously: "I came here today actually to discuss a business deal with you, seniors."