Ye Chen arrived at the destination and walked in.
He found Old Huang sitting in the inner courtyard, leisurely sipping tea and reading a book, looking quite at ease.
"Good morning, Old Huang~"
Ye Chen went over, greeted him with a smile.
Old Huang turned around, saw it was Ye Chen, and immediately got up, smiling, extending his hand.
Ye Chen thought for a second, has it only been a day since Old Huang last saw him, and he missed him that much?
Then, he extended his hand, ready to shake.
But unexpectedly, Old Huang slapped Ye Chen's hand away and snatched the tea leaves Ye Chen was carrying.
Then he opened the packaging and took a look: "You little rascal, not bad, this is top-quality Da Hong Pao."
Ye Chen looked at Old Huang and smiled helplessly: "Old Huang, this isn't ordinary Da Hong Pao. These are tea leaves from the mother trees of Wuyi Mountain, very rare."
"Oh? Haven't the mother trees stopped selling tea leaves?"
