After drinking the tea made by Yi Ming, Fei Yi felt that he was still unsatisfied.

So I found a topic: "You just said that your tea art is incomparable to the village chief, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Fei." Yi Ming answered questions and answers.

"Then why are you sitting and making tea and the village chief boiling water while standing?" Fei Yi's group went deeper.

By the way, let the village chief make a pot of tea for him personally.

“…”

Feiyi’s memory is selective.

When you encounter something he doesn't want to remember, even if it's something he said just a minute ago, you can forget it completely.

It is not easy for Yi Ming and Yi Cunzhang to remind him either.

"Burning water is the village chief's unique skill." Yi Ming said, "Does our village chief's hands look special?"

"It's a little bit..." Fei Yi thought of an adjective, "Virtual changes."

"Indeed," Yi Ming said, "Only our village chief's hands can sense the temper of tea."

Yi Ming didn't pay much attention to Fei Yi's achievements in word selection and sentence making.

After all, she would take it without any pressure if [why are you so old].

"Is it so mysterious?" Fei Yi team didn't believe it.

"Yes. Three-quarters tea and seven-quarters water." Yi Ming said, "Only the village chief's hand can try the best tea-making water temperature."

"85 degrees?" Fei Yiban wanted to confirm.

"No, Mr. Fei. 85-90 degrees, this should be what the book says. It may not be able to distinguish the temperature of the first bubble and the second bubble." Yi Ming said.

Fei Yi took a look at Yi Ming and said nothing.

"The weather is different, the size of the tea leaves is different, the suitable temperature is also different, and the optimal temperature is different every day. It is a unique skill that I can't learn." Yi Ming's eyes met with Fei Yi's group and smiled, "That's true, it's the same as what you said, a bit like metaphysics."

"Yes...." Fei Yi Group didn't know how he was understood as agreeing if he was full of doubts.

But this seems to be good, so he won't choose to forget it again.

"If Mr. Fei thinks that the tea just now is delicious, at least seven cents will be the result of the water handed to me by our village chief." Yi Ming did not take any credit.

"Mingwazi, don't be modest. I just think the tea you make is not ruining the water I burned." After saying that, Yi Cunzhang looked at Fei Yi Group with anticipation and asked, "Mr. Fei really think this tea is delicious just now?"

This is what I asked!

When did he say that tea is delicious?

At most, he just thought in his mind that this tea should only be found in heaven, but how many times should he drink it on earth?

Why do they all think they can see through his thoughts?

Do decision makers don’t want to be faced?

"This tea," said the mature, rigorous and steady decision-maker, thinking, "it really comes from a good tea tree."

"Yes, we are all ancient trees here." The village chief echoed.

"Just you guys, I will choose the worst leaves on the tree." In order to show the knowledge that decision makers must have, Feiyi tried to analyze: "White tea is divided by level, Silver Needle> Peony King> First-level Peony> Second-level Peony> Third-level Peony. Are you barely able to level three?"

After listening to Fei Yi's words, Yi Cunzhang's face turned blue and white, and soon after, his eyes began to shine with tears.

In the end, I couldn't help it, so I had to wipe it with a black hand with the unique skills of detecting the warmth.

Now, he was stunned by the fact that he saw Fei Yi.

He just pretended to be knowledgeable, was he pretending to be a little too much?

But what he said is true, right?

Is it so serious that a man is so angry that he cries?

He is a gentleman, so he has to find a supplement immediately.

"I mean, if you use the most peony tea, you can also make a better taste than the Peony King and Silver Needle. This is really a skill!" Fei Yi gave Yi Cunzhang a thumbs up and praised: "The village chief has a good tea art!"

Fei Yi's group breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He is worthy of being a racing car. Look at his god-like ability to respond on the spot!

Just now, I should have praised it at a high level, right?

Now the village chief doesn't think he has something in his words, and he feels so wronged that he shed tears, right?

The sweetness in my mouth has not yet dissipated.

He really wants to drink another tea.

Even the village chief’s hands that don’t look very clean can be soaked in person!

If you don’t drink more today, just drink tea and get drunk. When will you have such a chance again?

Then, Yi Cunzhang, the head of a village committee, who was originally holding back his tears, began to cry loudly.

The kind of crying and robbing the world.

In TV series, it is not as exaggerated as losing a mother in childhood or losing a child in old age.

Fei Dache God was completely unable to fix it in an instant.

Did he say a lot of hurtful words like the one who bullied him when he was a child?

Fei Yi felt very guilty, so guilty that his proud reaction ability began to strike.

If Yi Ming cried, he might be able to think about how to comfort him.

Yi Cunzhang seems to be at least sixty-five years old.

How could he make a village chief cry like this with a disagreement?

Yi Cunzhang cried so hard that he was heartbroken.

He cried and howled: "It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I'm a sinner from Yijia Village!"

"Grandpa, Village Chief, I just told you and Yi Ming that I wouldn't build a factory here mainly because the land here is not suitable." Fei Yi explained with a gritty bullet: "The quality of this tea has nothing to do with whether the factory is built or not."

"Why is it okay?"

"Why is it okay?"

"Why is it okay?"

Yi Cunzhang asked, then hit himself, and then hit himself.

The development of things is completely beyond Feiyi's understanding.

He stood up from his chair, neither going in nor retreating.

I want to comfort people, but I have no idea where my hands should be placed and what should I do next.

He is really a bad person.

Why did he pretend to be a decision maker?

Why do you have to pretend to be knowledgeable?

"Mr. Fei, please sit for a while." Yi Ming continued to brew tea calmly and calmly, "Our village chief will be fine after a while."

"This..." Fei Yi looked at Yi Cunzhang in embarrassment and blame himself.

"It has nothing to do with you. Give the village chief some time and he will be able to adjust it soon." Yi Ming said again.

Although Yi Ming's tone and eyes were very convincing.

But Fei Yi still couldn't believe it. The village chief cried like this, not because of what he said just now.

He can honestly tell the village chief that he is not a decision maker, that he can't buy a racing car because he hits a chicken, which is better than making him the kind of person he hates the most.

The village chief cried so hard that all the people wanted to cry.

He has always had a soft heart, even though he has never admitted it himself.

"Mingwazi, I'm guilty, Mingwazi!" the village chief was still howling.

"You don't." Yi Ming looked calm and composed.

"I brought the people, Mingwazi." The village chief continued to howl.

"Every household pressed its own handprints." Yi Ming then calmed down.

"I signed the contract, Mingwazi!" the village chief continued to howl.

"What you don't want to sign is everyone forcing you to sign." Yi Ming continued to calm down.

"I can't even get some decent tea when the distinguished guest comes, Mingwazi!" The village chief continued to work hard.

"Whatever tea is delicious in your hands." Yi Ming was stressed out.

"Mingwazi, I'm guilty, Mingwazi." The village chief came again.

"This sentence has just passed." Yi Ming said to Yi Cunzhang, "If you change it, I'll think about whether there is anything else to add."
To be continued...