It was not because Meng Chaojun was willing to accept other people's things, it was clearly because Duan Qingqing took them for him.

"What good tea?"

As a result, Kuang Hong really became interested in this tea.

Duan Qingqing didn’t accept all gifts. If she hadn’t reached a certain level, she would definitely not have accepted them.

"The name of this tea is also nice, it is called Luluo Qu."

Duan Qingqing took out a dark red tea pot, "You haven't heard of it, right? I heard it is a kind of big red robes that have been very popular in the past two years."

Kuang Hong disagreed, "Many high-priced teas that are sold out are actually the same, and the taste is not very good. It's okay to coax fools and nouveau riche, but people who really know the goods won't buy them."

"This is not true," Duan Qingqing said: "Although it is very expensive, the output is really small and not so easy to buy. Guess how much is the can I have in my hand?"

The can of tea in her hand looked like only 200 grams.

"two hundred?"

Kuang Hong felt that she had already guessed it.

Duan Qingqing shook her head, "Sister-in-law, you guessed it wrong. I've asked people who know the profession. This can is one thousand eight."

"What? One thousand eight?" Kuang Hong's voice suddenly rose.

Mr. Meng happened to come in. When he heard this, he frowned immediately, "What are you saying, one thousand eight?"

It was not that he was interested in their conversation, but that he always thought Duan Qingqing was unreliable and that his son listened to her everything. He was afraid that this woman would do whatever she wanted and would cause trouble for him.

Otherwise, why would he have to live with them?

In addition to the fact that he was unwilling to give up on this old house, staring at Duan Qingqing was also a plan he had never said.

Although my son is stupid, he is his son after all, so he is just that son.

Besides, if something happened to Meng Chaojun, it would definitely affect the past. For the past, he had to stare at this woman carefully.

Duan Qingqing was annoyed.

Sister-in-law is really, why do you say this so loudly?

"It's nothing, Dad, I'm just chatting with my elder brother and sister-in-law. Speaking of some tea leaves now, they are so expensive."

Mr. Meng frowned, walked over, and pointed to the can of tea in her hand, "Then how much does this can cost in your hand?" The tea he drinks now is given by Jiang Xiao, and the ginseng tea that Jiang Xiao gave him.

The taste is strong and the sweet taste is very good.

He was used to drinking that kind of tea, and he couldn't drink any other tea. If he had the refreshment given by Jiang Xiao, it would be amazing.

"This is very cheap, and a can costs only 68 yuan." Duan Qingqing said without changing her face.

Duan Fei'an and Kuang Hong watched from the side. They really admired her acting skills. They were able to say that 1,008 tea leaves were still calm. This was the first time they saw it.

Mr. Meng sat down and stopped leaving.

"Sixty-eight? Then you make a pot and I'll try it too."

What?

He wants to taste it, too?

Duan Qingqing became even more popular.

Usually he disdains to sit with her, but what medicine did he take the wrong medicine today?

But she couldn't drive Meng Donghai away in person, so she could only hold her smile and make a pot of tea. Anyway, this old man couldn't drink much tea before. Can he still drink such luminous songs?

However, she didn't expect that Mr. Meng was used to drinking the tea given by Jiang Xiao, and his taste buds were also mixed. Moreover, this luminous song happened to be produced by the ancient tea tree in the Huo family in Huali Tea Garden.
Chapter completed!