Foot businessmen run around all the year round, how can they be so particular about drinking tea, even the white fat man who is a super foodie, goes out to steam, boil and cook many times in a big pot to get it all, that is, under their own influence they become more and more exquisite, they actually use the best clay pots, isn't it too troublesome?

The most incredible thing is that he drank the Zifeng Cloud Needle, which is extremely cherished by the royal families of all countries.

Even a businessman who is willing to come to a remote mountain village like Shannan Town has the financial resources?

Zhou Wenjun didn't notice the hidden sneer in Gu Fenghua's eyes, it is no wonder that for ordinary people and even many young people from wealthy families, they have never even heard of this kind of tea, so how can they smell it. How could he have thought that Gu Fenghua had not only drunk it, but also knew its origin and value.

"Tea ready!" The middle-aged man looked at the boiling tea intently and said suddenly.

Zifeng cloud needles are too rare, so the requirements for boiling tea are extremely high, this person is a master of this way, and he has a pretty good grasp of the heat.

"This tea is so fragrant, let me taste it too." Gu Fenghua recklessly looked at it as he spoke, and accidentally, the little white flower in his ear fell into the tea.

"What do you do?" The middle-aged man changed color, and yelled at Gu Fenghua with an angry face, looking like that, he was even more angry than killing his father.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Gu Fenghua hurriedly apologized, picked up a wooden stick in a panic, and went to pick up the little white flower in the water.

"Stop, stop me!" The middle-aged man roared again and violently blocked the wooden stick.

"Isn't it just a little tea, what's the big deal, you have to dislike it, just pour it and recook it." Gu Fenghua threw away the wooden stick and said disapprerovingly.

"What is it called a little tea, do you know this tea ......" The middle-aged man was angry, and his eyes were about to kill when he looked at Gu Fenghua.

"Wenxing! Don't mess around. Zhou Wenjun glared at him sternly and scolded him heavily.

Under his stern gaze, the middle-aged man didn't dare to say anything more, glared at Gu Fenghua again, and forcibly suppressed his anger.

On the fire, the tea was still boiling, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and finally he was reluctant to pour it out.

He took out a wooden clip, took out the little white flower and threw it on the ground, and then poured a few cups of tea water for Zhou Wenjun and another companion.

Zhou Wenjun held the tea, intentionally or unintentionally looked at the little white flower that was thrown on the ground and wilted like frost, and did not move.

"This big brother, I'm sorry just now, can you let me taste it?" Gu Fenghua was "cheeky" and came up again.

"Do you know how to drink tea?" The middle-aged man glanced at Gu Fenghua and said sarcastically. A good Zifeng Cloud Needle, soaked in that little white flower, no matter how he drank it, he felt wrong, and his resentment had not disappeared.

"Wenxing, don't be rude. If it weren't for the kindness of others, we would still be out in the rain now, how could we ignore people because of a little tea! Zhou Wenjun reprimanded again, and at the same time secretly winked.

The middle-aged man was reluctant to lift the clay pot and poured a cup for Gu Fenghua.

"Good tea, really good tea." Gu Fenghua blew cool air and drank the tea beautifully, looking intoxicated.

On the other side, Zhou Wenjun looked relieved, and drank the tea quietly.