Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 62

   Mentioning this, Ulan gets angry!

   "Ask your dad! Take out everything in my refrigerator, and don't put it back when it's over!"

   "I just took the time to pick more than a catty of tea leaves. When I came back, I saw that the dumplings had melted and all stuck together!"

  If it wasn’t for this, they wouldn’t still be eating dumplings at noon—it’s easy to cook, and it’s just right for breakfast in the busy farming season.

  Song Sancheng buried his head deeply, and said in a low voice: "I didn't mean to stuff a tea, but I took it out and couldn't put it back..."

  I forgot to have breakfast at the end.

   Ah this...

  Song Tan was also helpless: "Dad, the freezer under our refrigerator is only a little bigger. Do you still want to put tea? Tell me, when I go to the city tomorrow, I can bring a freezer back."

   She was also negligent. There are more and more things in the house, and the freezer is indispensable.

  Nowadays, freezers are not expensive, and you can buy a beautiful one for more than 1,000 yuan.

  Song Sancheng was even more embarrassed when he heard the words: "I am not...Didn't I not expect this? Who knew that the dumplings would turn so fast..."

  Zhang Yanping watched from the side, and couldn't help but burst out laughing:

   "It's okay, Uncle, I just like to eat dumplings. Let's eat them as a family. What's the point of breaking the skin?"

  Listen, how else can you say that Zhang Yanping is pleasing in the eyes of his family?

   Logically speaking, Song Sancheng should breathe a sigh of relief.

  But when he heard this, and then looked at Zhang Yanping's tall, strong and edible appearance, his face suddenly became more bitter:

   "There are only a few shepherd's purse dumplings left..."

   Zhang Yanping was bewildered by this sadness.

  But soon, he became interested again: "Uncle, did our family pick tea leaves this year? It must be delicious!"

  Bringing this up, Song Sancheng was really motivated, and now he was not depressed anymore. He threw the seeds into the water basin and dragged him into the house.

   Then he carefully dug out the bag of tea leaves that was nowhere to be placed from the layers of packages, and grabbed a handful of them with extra care, and put them safely into the cup.

   Didn't pour any water, just put the cup like that: "Yan Ping, smell it! If you didn't come, I wouldn't pour this tea!"

   But this is dry tea! The fragrance is quite fragrant, Uncle, what do you mean by not pouring water?

  Zhang Yanping was at a loss and was disrupted, so he had to lower his head and smell—

   "Hey, this scent is really different!"

  Song Sancheng finally smiled, and quickly made him some tea.

  Unfortunately, after the tip of the hair soaked away, it covered the bottom of the cup lightly.

   Zhang Yanping was amused, picked up the cup and looked it over carefully, only to see that there was a layer of small velvet on the top of the tea, and the shoots inside were sharp and upright, with a leisurely blue color.

  In the steaming heat, the fragrant and fragrant breath lingers around, refreshing.

  A little bit bitter, a little burnt aroma, more intense, but far more refreshing than usual.

  He also opened his eyes wide in surprise, and blurted out: "Good tea!"

   No wonder my uncle tried his best to preserve it. Whenever this kind of tea is lost, it will hurt my heart.

   Then he blew lightly again, and then took a shallow sip.

  Song Sancheng wrapped the tea leaves layer by layer, turned his head to see Yan Ping but there was no movement, he couldn't help wondering: "What's wrong?"

  But Zhang Yanping let out a long sigh of relief:

   "Uncle, if your tea leaves cost less than six thousand a catty, it's a waste of it!"

   "What the hell?!"

  Song Sancheng jumped up.

   Just when Song Tan walked in, he couldn't help being amused when he heard the words:

   "Brother Yan Ping, no wonder my aunt said you have a tricky mouth, you really know how to eat and drink! I really plan to sell this tea for ten thousand eight thousand."

   This kind of thing doesn't look like a vegetable. The vegetable costs 20 yuan, and you can try it if you have money or not.

   But tea is not a necessity of life, whoever loves to drink, who is willing to spend money, whoever buys it!

"What?!"

  Song Sancheng raised his voice again.

   Unexpectedly, even Zhang Yanping nodded this time: "Indeed, do you have connections? If not, get some trial kits, and I'll find someone for you."

   It's not for nothing that he ate and drank in the past few years. The high-end fruits at home have a good reputation, and they are basically all channels he found.

   It's just that in the eyes of parents, this kind of blind eating and drinking is really not a skill.

  Song Tan nodded: "Someone should want it, don't worry, Brother Yanping, you'd better work hard."

  Such a strong labor force, it will take a few days to talk about it first, but there is no rush to sell tea.

  However, when he turned his head, he saw that Song Sancheng's face was even more gloomy.

  Song Tan couldn't help asking: "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

  Her eyes turned on the bag of tea, and then she was startled: "Could you have sold the tea?"

  Song Sancheng said with a mournful face, "Sold, but not sold."

   "Your Uncle Zhou came to bring me tea in the morning. I was quick to talk and gave away eight catties..."

  He tried desperately to make amends for himself: "It's not...it's not that we have more tea than planned, your Uncle Zhou stays up late at night...he is good at craftsmanship, and our wages are also low... five catties are summer tea..."

   Low wages can raise wages!

  Song Tan's eyes turned black.

  Even if it is an old rule in the village to give some extra things, it is not enough to promise eight catties in one bite!

  This is really a dear father!

  She looked at Song Sancheng, who also looked miserable, and sighed: "80,000 yuan, Dad, I'm farming, and you only supported 60,000 yuan in total."

  Looking at Song Sancheng like this, his blood pressure almost went up.

  Song Tan was thinking about it at this moment. He really didn't cultivate immortals in place. He couldn't see through the eighty thousand, and felt uncomfortable.

   Right now, I am in pain and entanglement, so I can only resort to the trump card—

"mom!"

  …

  Zhang Yanping fidgeted in front of the dining table, looking at his uncle involuntarily.

   "Tan Tan, it won't happen."

  Song Tan also lowered her eyebrows:

   "I just want my mother to tell my father, don't be so generous, but I didn't expect that adding tea to the dumplings would add fuel to the fire..."

  The siblings looked at each other until Qiao Qiao came over with a big bowl:

   "Brother, Mom said, the best dumplings are for you."

  Next is a bowl of damaged version of dumpling skin and stuffing for everyone.

   It's just that once the dumpling skin was broken, the aroma in the air became more intense. Zhang Yanping took a deep breath:

   "Auntie, your cooking skills are much better than my mother's. These dumplings are delicious!"

  Ulan laughed: "You kid has such a sweet mouth! You know it's delicious before you eat it?"

  Zhang Yanping patted his chest: "As for eating, I can tell if it's good as soon as I smell it. This dumpling tastes absolutely delicious!"

   Open your mouth as you speak.

  The taste of the dumplings exploded in his mouth, and the wonderful combination of shepherd's purse and meat made him not even have the time to chew, so he wolfed down a second bite.

   Just like this dumpling, don’t just eat it for one meal, he won’t get tired of eating it every day!

  If he had known that the food at Auntie’s house was so delicious, he should have come here long ago.

  The wind was blowing away, confused, and the piglets were eating... After eating a big bowl like this, he rubbed his stomach unsatisfied:

   "Any more?"

  Beside him, Song Sancheng was eating white noodles made from dumpling soup in a bowl, staring at him secretly:

   Sure enough, it is very edible!

   Ten thousand words! Gone, really gone, drained...

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