Zhang Feng couldn't help but feel a chill in his back, why did he come here early in the morning? But he didn't bother to ask, just followed silently, but as he walked, he smelled a special smell in the air, which seemed to be the fragrance of black tea.

"It's almost there. Adula said.

"Hmm. ”

Zhang Feng responded, feeling the chill around him, looking up, and finding that they were now in the valley, with very few plants around, and a cool breeze blowing out from the inside of the valley.

"That's it!" said the old man in the local language, and his figure stopped.

When the flashlight shines, it is actually a cave, and there are seven or eight round and luxuriant trees more than one meter high, to be precise, it should be a black tea tree, which is swaying in the cool breeze, looking up, there is a round hole at the top, which looks very interesting.

When Zhang Feng looked at the surrounding environment, Adullah had already communicated with his father, and the more he talked about Adullah, the more excited he became, and he almost shouted out, but he was scolded by his father, so he laughed wryly, and then took the frame and began to pick the mysterious black tea leaves with a little dew on the tea tree.

"Little brother, let me tell you, these seven or eight black tea trees, I dare say that there are no in the whole of Ceylon, only my family!" said Adula proudly.

The kung fu in his hands was also slow to speak, and the old man shook his eyes with the harvest, and Adulla could only smile wryly and pick up the tea with all his might.

And Zhang Feng could only stand in place awkwardly, surrounded by darkness, and he didn't know if there was anything supernatural.

After standing like this for about twenty minutes, Adullah finished the picking, and the excitement on his face could not help but appear, he knew that his father had brought him here, indicating that he was going to hand over to him many things that had not been given to him.

The three of them then left the mountain stream, and the sky in the distance was already bright, and Adullah bowed to the cave at the signal of his old father.

Then Adulla drove back with the tea leaves at the suggestion of his old father, while Zhang Feng, at the signal of the old man, began to search for other ingredients in the endless tea garden, and the two had no chance to communicate verbally, relying on eyes and gestures.

So Zhang Feng accompanied the old man to dig up a lot of ingredients that he didn't know what they were, but every ingredient was taken out of the ground by the old man himself, and Zhang Feng wanted to help several times, but the old man refused mercilessly.

But Zhang Feng couldn't get angry, because he knew that a real chef didn't want others to touch his ingredients.

This picking lasted until the time when the sun rose in the sky, standing on the top of the tea mountain, Zhang Feng looked at the sun that had just woken up in the distance, and was amazed, and the unexpected sunrise was even more moving.

The old man also put down the work at hand, stood in front of Zhang Feng, and also looked at the sunrise in the distance, suddenly the old man touched Zhang Feng with his hand, then pointed to the sun in the distance, and then pointed to the location of his heart.

Zhang Feng was stunned for a few seconds before he understood what the old man meant, the old man wanted him to remember the sunrise, so he smiled and nodded, and at the same time took out the camera and took pictures of the sunrise that suddenly happened.

It is true that where there is no bright moon and no scorching sun, but the perspective is different, and the sun seen is different.

After a while, Adullah drove over, first reported the situation to his father, and then said to Zhang Feng: "Now we are going to the Eye of the Sea to fetch a bucket of water, let's go." ”

"Sea water?"

Adullah shook his head and said, "No, it's freshwater, only a very small number of locals know about it, let's go." ”

After another nearly half an hour's drive, he came to a forest surrounded by coconut trees, and Adula looked around to make sure that no one was signaling to enter.

In a short time, the three of them came to a clear spring, which flowed slowly along the cobblestone ditch to the outside, and the early morning spring water emitted a white mist visible to the naked eye, and strange flowers and plants grew around.

Abdullah and his father folded their hands and prayed before filling a bucket with water from a clean bucket.

"You can taste the water. Adullah laughed.

"Is it okay?" Zhang Feng asked uncertainly.

Adullah nodded again and said, "Yes." ”

Zhang Feng slowly walked to the side of Tan, bowed a handful of water, and took a sip, it was simply sweet, originally a peninsular country like Sri Lanka, even if it is fresh water, without treatment, it will have a hint of saltiness, but this pool of water, to be honest, can really be compared to some mountain streams and old springs in China.

"Isn't it delicious?"

"Yes, I thought it would be a little salty, but I didn't expect it to be a sweet color, compared with some of our old springs in China. Zhang Feng said seriously.

Originally, Adulla's face was full of pride, but when he heard Zhang Feng's second half of the sentence, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and the expression on his face was very exciting.

"Let's go!" Adullah's father walked up to the two of them with a few emerald green plants, signaling that they could go back.

"Oh, good. ”

The three of them then left the coconut grove and walked towards the city, but instead of going back to the restaurant, they went to a house, and Adullah told Zhang Feng that the tools used to make food were all in this old house.

The old house is a bit like a small courtyard, but the system is very different from the courtyard, there is a stone table in the courtyard, there are many flowers and plants, and there are some elephants and Buddhist statues, which is not elegant, but it is also very emotional.

"My father said that there were still a lot of ingredients to prepare, so I made a pot of black tea that his old man fried last year, and we drank tea and chatted. Adullah sat across from Zhang Feng and said.

"Don't you need help?" Zhang Feng smelled.

Adulla shook his head and said, "Don't let me help, in fact, I don't need to help, my father is still very tough, come, taste, usually let me move." ”

Zhang Feng smiled and picked up the steaming teacup, took a sip gently, full of tea fragrance, although it was old tea, it seemed to taste better, just a small sip, and the tea fragrance in his mouth could not be dispersed for a long time.

"Ha ......"

Zhang Feng took a breath into his palm, and then inhaled a little more into his nasal cavity, feeling like those who showed the satisfaction after smoking a big cigarette in the late Qing Dynasty.

Adulla looked at Zhang Feng with a smile, it was a very good thing for the things he took out to be recognized by others, he couldn't help but say: "If it's delicious, drink more, if it's not enough, I'll make another pot." ”

"Well, uncle, can you tell me about the history of Ceylon black tea?" asked Zhang Feng.

Adullah thought for a moment, nodded, and asked, "Are you from Huaxia?"

"Yes. ”

"Haha, this is your incompetence, our Ceylon black tea was introduced from your China by the British colonists at the beginning of the nineteenth century, and after so many years of development, now our Ceylon tea is not weaker than your Huaxia. "Adullah is not proud, and his feelings are a little complicated.