After returning home for so long, Huo Qi experienced for the first time the feeling of being 'isolated' by her parents, parents and brothers, she held chopsticks, ate silently, and occasionally glanced at the old man beside her.

I really don't know what kind of ecstasy soup this liar old man poured into the three of them, and he didn't even believe her words.

After eating, Huo Qi was about to go back to the room, but Song Ning ordered her to talk to the old man more, so she had to continue to sit in the living room.

I didn't take the initiative to talk, I took out my phone and played by myself.

Father Huo came over to see his daughter's indifferent appearance, and he couldn't help but shake his head sadly.

He sat down beside the old man, thought of something, and asked the old man, "Do you like tea?" ”

As Dad Huo, who comes to have a cup of tea after dinner every day, today is naturally no exception.

The old man, who is also a good tea drinker, brightened his eyebrows and nodded, "That's what I do." ”

Seeing this, Father Huo stood up again, "Wait a minute, I'll go get the tea set." ”

The old man was not polite to anyone, and he left home for two days, and he didn't sit down to drink a cup of tea peacefully, and he was not used to it.

Huo Qi took the mobile phone, glanced at his father and the old man of the liar, shook his head, turned his back to the direction of the two, and continued to look down at the phone.

Father Huo walked to the constant temperature storage room dedicated to storing tea, swept around the treasured tea leaves placed on the wooden shelf, and finally landed on the box of Wuyi red robes.

After a slight pause in his gaze for a few seconds, he then reached out to pick up the tea leaves, and then took a set of purple clay pots next to him, and walked out of the storage room.

The old man is special, and it is appropriate to treat him with good tea.

It didn't take long for Huo's father to return to the living room with a complete set of purple sand tea sets and tea leaves.

When the old man saw this purple sand teapot in Huo's father's hand, there was obviously a trace of surprise in his eyes.

The purple clay pot produced during the Jiajing period of Zhengde is worth more than 100,000 yuan just one cup.

The old man's fingers on his knees tapped slowly, thoughtfully.

"What kind of tea does the old man like to drink on weekdays?" Father Huo asked while boiling water.

"Black tea, green tea, oolong, and so on." The old man said with a smile.

Although he is in his early eighties, except for his gray hair, the wrinkles on his face are not too obvious, his face is full of red light, and he looks very energetic.

"I got a box of treasured red robes some time ago, and I just opened them today to taste them together." Father Huo took the iron box placed next to him and said.

When the old man heard this, he said, "Then I have a good mouth today."

Only then did his attention fall on the tea box in Huo's father's hand, and he saw the familiar box...... The old man was stunned for a moment.

This box is exactly the same as the box of big red robes he has treasured for many years?

The old man felt that his eyes were wrong, and he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub it twice, and then looked, the box was still the box he was most familiar with.

When he photographed the box of big red robes, he deliberately asked people to make a sealed box that could store tea for a long time.

It can be said that it must be unique, and there can be no imitation outside.

So...... This box of tea, is it the box in his storage room?

But when he remembered, the tea seemed to be still there?

When the old man was puzzled and thinking, Father Huo had already taken out the tea, brewed it, and poured the first cup for the old man.

The tea rushed out, and a long-lasting and rich Dahongpao tea fragrance floated in the air.

"Old man, you can try it." Huo's father said.