What am I going to use to survive?

Du Jiuye had recognized Song Ming for so long, and this was the first time he had promised to spend the night at Du's house, but Du Jiuye was very happy.

After telling the housekeeper to tidy up the guest room, Du Jiuye returned to the hall downstairs with a smile, drinking the tea Song Ming made for him, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Du Jiuye is a tea lover, and he is very particular about making tea. Song Ming is the only person in the world who does not drink tea but can make good tea.

"Boy Lin, drink it too, this is the good tea you brought me last time!" Du Jiuye urged Lin Yan to taste it while drinking it.

Lin Yan smiled, and Song Ming poured him a small cup from the teapot, and he took a sip from the teacup. The fragrance entered the mouth, and after the bitterness, there was a touch of sweetness.

Lin Yan doesn't understand tea, but it's not the first time he drinks tea. He can tell what kind of tea is called by relying on his tongue. "This tastes very good."

After receiving his affirmation, Du Jiuye was very happy. Although he usually likes to hate Song Ming, he still wants to boast in this respect: "The attention to making tea is not only about the tea itself but also the water used. , the most important thing is the water temperature and time of brewing tea, Song Ming, this stinky boy has mastered these two points very well, and every time he makes tea, he can make an astonishingly good tea!"

"It's amazing!" Lin Yan praised.

Seeing that he wanted another cup after the first one, Song Ming said to him, "It's not good to drink too much tea at night, so you don't want to drink it."

"I sleep well, and it's okay to drink it once in a while." Lin Yan said, staring at the teapot in Song Ming's hand eagerly, completely addicted to it.

Song Ming couldn't bear to look at him when he saw him salivating so much that he wished he could turn into a pug begging.Although reluctant, he pampered him and refilled his glass.

Du Jiuye said: "How can you be a mother-in-law? I have been drinking for so many years, and I have never seen an old man like me suffer from insomnia?"

Song Ming couldn't take it anymore, "Can he be like you?" When he woke up, he slept like a pig. It's hard to imagine that such a person was once a gangster.

"I'm not happy when you say that. I'm an old man. How can an old man compare with a young man? At our age, sleep is rare and shallow."

"Now that you know why you still drink tea at night, are you looking for abuse when you have nothing to do?"

Lin Yan: "Uh..." It becomes a battlefield at every turn, completely unpredictable.

Du Jiuye moved his mouth, but he couldn't find anything to refute, so he could only curse: "Stinky boy, you're out of order, right? How dare you talk to your grandpa like that?"

Song Ming didn't care about him. After lifting the lid of the teapot, he turned around and was about to pour the tea. Du Jiuye's eyes were reddened, and he quickly put down the teacup in his hand and came to grab the teapot.

"Stinky boy, you are killing my old man! My tea!!!"

Song Ming said: "If you dare to scold me so unreasonably, you must be mentally prepared."

"Is it okay if I'm wrong? Just this time, at worst, I won't drink tea at night, so don't pour it!" Du Jiuye said pitifully.

Song Ming didn't come to Du's house often, but came once in a while. Although he made good tea, the number of times Du Jiuye drank it could be counted with a slap.

It's not a joke that Du Jiuye loves tea like his life, so Song Ming's tea is so delicious that if he pours a drop for no reason, he will feel distressed to death.

"That's what you said. If your words don't count, I won't make any tea for you in the future." After getting a satisfactory answer, Song Ming put the lid on the tea and put it away.