Chapter 280: The best Dahongpao (1/2)

Song always saw that Li Zhifu had put a piece of white gauze on his back, and he also revealed some bloodstains, so his face changed greatly.

Since Song entered the store, the two have been standing face to face, and the light in the store is not very bright. The only light source is the old desk lamp on Niu Yusheng's workbench, so Song Lao did not start at the beginning. Find.

Li Zhifu turned and walked a few steps. There was a street lamp on the door leading to the stairs behind the shop. Song Lao suddenly looked at it.

In addition to this piece of white gauze, Song also found that Li Zhifu also had some small scratches on his face and arms.

His brow wrinkled and eagerly asked: ”Afghan, what's wrong with you? Why is it hurt?”

Li Guizhi was a little red when he heard the eyes, and couldn’t help but say: ”Uncle Song, my father, he...”

”Small Song, I accidentally fell awkward yesterday!” Li Zhifu directly interrupted Li Guizhi's words and said, ”Nothing serious, it is skin trauma.”

After that, he also looked at Li Guizhi with a stern look. Li Guizhi bit his lip and finally did not speak.

Song Lao’s life has been mixed in the system, and he has reached the top position of almost a civil servant. How can it be worse to see the ability to look at it? He saw at a glance that Li Zhifu was concealed.

However, Song Lao did not break, but looked at Li Zhifu and Li Guizhi thoughtfully, and then said: ”Afghan, you have to be careful! You are more than 90 this year?”

”Oh, virtual age 93!” Li Zhifu said with a smile.

”Yes! People in their 90s are not younger than their bodies. How can you do this if you want to fall out?” Song said.

Li Zhifu said with a smile: ”I know, Xiao Song, I will be careful later. Walk around and go upstairs to sit!”

A group of people came upstairs together.

This store is Niu Yusheng's own home. It is a three-story building. The first floor is used as a storefront, and the second and third floors are self-occupied.

On the second floor, there is a small living room and a bedroom. Niu Yusheng and Li Guizhi both gave the old master bedroom to Li Zhifu for the convenience of the elderly. The two of them lived on the third floor.

Li Zhifu happily greeted everyone to sit down, then opened the box in person, took out a tin can from the bottom of the box, and said with a smile: ”Small Song, today, please try the Dahongpao I made by myself!”

”Okay!” Song Lao said happily. ”Afghan, this has not been drinking the tea you made for 30 years. I have been thinking about it!”

”That day you have to taste it!” Li Zhifu said. ”I can't even drink this tea myself! Xiao Song, although this Dahongpao is not on the six mother trees, it is the cutting of the branches of the mother tree. The first generation of Dahongpao is also very precious.”

Song Laoxiao said happily: ”Afghan, tea is no more precious than your craft! This good tea green is matched with your ancestral tea making craftsmanship, that is what makes it worthwhile!”

Li Zhifu smiled a little, carefully pinching some tea leaves from the tin can and began to skillfully make tea.

Xia Ruofei looked at him and couldn't help but curiously asked: ”Mr. Li, I think this tea is a little bit like a dragon, but why is it that the tea is black, is it called Dahongpao?”