Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

After returning home for so long, Huo Yao felt for the first time what it was like to be collectively "isolated" by her parents, mothers and brothers. She took the chopsticks and ate silently, and occasionally glanced at the old man beside her.

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

After eating, Huo Yao was about to go back to the room, but Song Ning ordered Duo to accompany the old man to talk, so she had to continue sitting in the living room.

He didn't take the initiative to speak up, and took out the phone to play by himself.

Huo's father walked over to see his daughter's disregarding appearance, and shook his head painfully.

He sat down next to the old man, thought of something, and asked the old man: "Do you like tea?"

As Papa Huo who comes with a cup of tea every day after dinner, today is no exception.

The old man who is also a good tea drinker brightened his eyebrows and nodded, "I also like this hobby."

When Dad Huo saw this, he stood up again, "Wait a moment, I'll get the tea set."

The old man was not polite, and he was away from home for two days. He did not sit down and drink a cup of tea.

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

Papa Huo walked to the thermostatic storage room dedicated to storing tea, and scanned the collection of tea on the wooden shelf, and finally landed on the box of Wuyi Dahongpao.

He paused for a few seconds, then reached out his hand to pick up the tea, and took a set of purple clay pots next to him, and walked out of the storage room.

The old man is special, so he should be served with good tea.

After a short while, Father Huo returned to the living room with a complete set of purple sand tea sets and tea leaves.

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

The purple clay pot produced during the Jiajing period of Zhengde is worth more than 100,000 yuan per 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?" Papa Huo asked while boiling water.

"Black tea, green tea and oolong are all drinks." The old man said with a smile.

Although he was in his early eighties, except for his gray hair, the wrinkles on his face weren't obvious, his face was red, and his energy was full.

"I got a box of treasured red robe some time ago, and it happened to be torn down today." Papa Huo took the iron box next to him and said.

When the old man heard the words, he said: "Then I have a good taste today."

His attention then fell on the tea box in Dad Huo's hands, and when he saw the familiar box... the old man was stunned.

This box is exactly the same as the box of Dahongpao he has kept for many years?

The old man felt that his eyes were misaligned, he could not help but raised his hand and rubbed it twice, and then looked again, the box was still his most familiar box.

After photographing the box of Dahongpao, he specially made a sealed box that could store tea for a long time.

It can be said to be unique, and there can be no imitations outside.

So... Is this box of tea the one in his storage room?

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

When the old man was thinking about it, Dad 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 and strong fragrance of Dahongpao tea floated in the air.

"Master, you can try it." Huo Dad said.