Chapter 1287 Bullying the Ancestors Who Don't Know How to Count?

The squirrel was taken aback, flicked its big tail, pointed at itself and said, "Shall I answer the question?"

Boss Qian nodded and said, "Yes, you answer!"

It was the first time for Squirrel to be a spokesperson for Yizhi Temple, and he was a little excited, pointing at himself excitedly, and asked, "Then what should I answer?"

Many people were spoiled by the cuteness of this little guy, snapping pictures.

Some people were also worried that Squirrel would be bullied, and they became more and more displeased with Boss Qian.

Boss Qian didn't care about that much, but brought up the old question again: "You advertised to lure us here, but you don't sell tea. What do you mean? So many people waited at the door for so long, and you just didn't sell it." What's wrong? You guys are cheating, you know?"

Boss Qian's aura is incomparable, at least for a little squirrel, he still has confidence.

However……

The squirrel widened its cute eyes and asked, "What advertisement?"

Boss Qian: "..."

puff!

Many people sprayed it on the spot, this dialogue... so cute!

Boss Qian looked at the squirrel intently, and after making sure that the little thing wasn't playing tricks on him, he said, "You advertised on the TV station, saying that you have the best Hanzhu tea here, don't you know?"

The squirrel decisively shook his head in a cute way: "I don't know, what's wrong?"

What's wrong?

What's wrong? !

Boss Qian had the urge to go crazy, and only then did he realize that hitting someone is not necessarily a fist-to-fist sparring, the most frustrating thing is punching the air with all your strength, wasting effort, and vomiting blood!

Boss Qian said: "You lied to us. You advertised that tea was good, but we came and said there was no tea. Do you understand? You lied!"

The squirrel scratched his head and said, "Liar? Our tea is good, it is really good. But why do you come? Advertising, saying that tea is sold?"

Boss Qian: "..."

Hearing Squirrel's words, Boss Qian's eyes almost popped out. Damn... Is this pure, or is it a thief? These questions are simply lore!

"Haha..." Song Ming couldn't bear it anymore, clutching his stomach, and burst out laughing.

As soon as she took the lead, the others also laughed...

For a moment, Boss Qian only felt that he was a complete fool!

Looking at that cute stupid squirrel again, I feel that this guy is more cunning than a monkey!

Boss Qian waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's go."

The squirrel left with an inexplicable expression on his face.

Seeing that everyone was still laughing, Boss Qian glared at them one by one, and everyone held back their laughter.

Boss Qian rolled his eyes and said: "Okay, the abbot has already said that we are here for nothing, we don't have tea, let's leave! I told you a long time ago that the advertisements are all deceitful and exaggerated. Han Zhu Tea? It’s the first time I’ve heard that bamboo leaves can be used as tea, isn’t that ridiculous?”

After everyone heard the words, they realized that their tea leaves seemed to have been spoiled.

Everyone was complaining, but since they didn't sell or give away tea, it didn't make sense for them to stay here any longer.

So, one by one, they began to prepare to leave.

At this moment, a faint fragrance floated over...

Everyone is a good tea taster. Regarding the taste, especially the taste of tea, not to mention the place of origin three miles away, they can tell the difference by smelling it.

So, everyone subconsciously stopped...

"What is this smell?" someone exclaimed.

Tang Chen said in surprise, "The strange fragrance is different from ordinary tea. It seems to be the unique fragrance of bamboo! What kind of tea is this?"

Song Ming's eyes lit up obviously, and he said, "Scent, it's not the kind of heavy make-up fragrance, it's a fresh fragrance... But where does this smell come from? There's no one drinking tea nearby?"

Tang confusedly said: "This tea has a clear but not strong fragrance, but it can't be blown away by the wind. This is really unheard of."

Hearing what Tang Mutu said, Song Ming immediately noticed the key point.

In the northeast in winter, the northwest wind blows non-stop. It stands to reason that any fragrance will be blown away by the strong wind.

But this faint and elegant fragrance, as if ignoring the existence of the wind, drifted to everyone's noses, and the fragrance penetrated to the bone.

Boss Jia also praised: "Good tea, good tea! When you smell it, your mouth will start to saliva, and the gluttons are almost hooked up. If you take a sip... Suck it..."

Boss Jia was actually drooling.

While everyone was amazed, Boss Qian's eyes were cloudy. Obviously, he was different from all those who begged for tea, at least his purpose was not pure.

Just when everyone was admiring, a salted fish was holding a big bowl, steaming in the big bowl, and there were green leaves like precious jade floating up and down in it. Under the sunlight, the leaves become more and more crystal clear, which makes people's eyes shine.

Almost subconsciously, the crowd gathered around, looked at the tea leaves carefully, and exclaimed one by one: "Extreme cold bamboo tea!"

"This is really the best cold bamboo tea!"

"The advertisement didn't lie to us, Hanzhu tea really exists!"

"This scent is delicious!"

"The closer you smell it, the more fragrant it is!"

"Hey? What kind of tea set is that thing for making tea? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Bah! That's a shitty tea set, it's just a big tea bowl, and the water used is just boiled water!"

"This... this is too bastard, spoil the baby!"

...

When Xianyu heard this, he gave them a blank look, and said, "They're all drinkers, what's the waste? We all drink like that."

"That's because you don't understand the tea ceremony!"

"That's right, this tea should be brewed in the best purple sand pot!"

"Han bamboo belongs to yin, so it should be soaked in the water of yang fire! Only then can it stimulate its excellent taste!"

"Stop talking, I'm drooling just thinking about it."

"If you take a sip of this tea, tsk tsk..."

Gudong...

When everyone was talking about how to take a sip, Xianyu raised his head and took a big sip. The sound of the cow drinking half of it made everyone's heart bleed.

An old man beat his chest and pointed at the salted fish and shouted, "It's a waste of money!"

Song Ming also said: "This is not how tea is drunk."

Tang Chen followed up and said, "You all said that the yield of this tea is not high, and you still drink it like this, it really... really hurts me to death!"

Boss Jia followed up and said, "Master Xianyu, don't waste the good things. Look, how much is your bowl of tea? Can I buy it?"

As soon as Boss Jia opened his mouth, someone shouted, "I'll offer a thousand yuan!"

When Boss Jia heard this, he became anxious, and immediately said, "I'll pay two thousand!"

"Ten thousand!"

"Fifteen thousand!"

"This is tea that is more precious than Dahongpao. It has a price but no market. You just call it such a low price? I don't know how to bully my ancestors?" Xianyu gave them a big white eye, then raised his head, and looked up. The big bowl of tea was drank down in one gulp under the inconceivable, reluctant, heartbroken, and extremely angry eyes of everyone!