The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 439 When it comes to tea, I know it all too well.
"There are usually only two types of people who want to make tea using the traditional kneading process: one is the nouveau riche, who are super nouveau riche who play with tea costing tens of thousands of yuan per tael, but even someone with Lao Deng's connections probably can't get high-quality broken tea."

"And the other kind is super perverted!" the little fox whimpered with absolute certainty.

The customers Ah Qing is encountering now are the same ones An Sheng had in his previous life when he was running a tea shop and tea garden.

Traditionally, the kneading process is performed by strong men wearing rain boots and kneading the dough with their feet.

of course.

You can use your hands, but arm strength and endurance are not as good as your feet. Another advantage of kneading tea leaves with your feet is that you can use your own weight to break down the cell tissue of the tea leaves, allowing the sugars, tea polyphenols, and aromatic substances inside the leaves to seep out.

My arm strength is always lacking; I can't knead more than a few kilograms of green tea before I'm exhausted.

Therefore, hand kneading is by default done with feet, unless it is some exceptionally precious tea leaves or a small batch of trial-produced tea leaves, in which case it is worthwhile for the tea master to meticulously craft it with their hands.

The strange customers that Ah Qing encountered involved a group that An Sheng found extremely absurd.

Some of them may like tea, while others may not like it at all, but they can still afford to pay around three to five thousand yuan per kilogram to buy tea.

Their only demand is...

When kneading the tea leaves, it must be done by a pretty young lady barefoot, and a video must be recorded as proof.

Whether the tea tastes good or not is irrelevant.

But the young lady kneading the tea leaves must be beautiful.

"Ah Qing, don't pay any attention to those people. Although they have a lot of money to make, they're also notorious for being arrogant and taking advantage of others."

"At first, any girl can be massaged, but later they'll even ask about bust size and shoe size." When it comes to the tea industry, An Sheng is an encyclopedia of tea history. If the other person raises their tail, he can tell what they're up to just by looking at them.

"You want pretty young ladies to knead tea leaves barefoot?" Ah Qing asked, her face full of shock, as she listened to the little fox's whimpering.

"Won't the food safety bureau check the water meter?"

"But Xiao An, how do you know these things that even your father doesn't know?"

Ah Qing picked up the little fox, placed it on the table, and stared at it with wide, curious eyes, asking the question.

"Old Chen taught me all of that!"

Master Fuli raised his head and shifted the blame directly onto Old Chen: "I only heard it from him!"

"village head?"

Ah Qing was taken aback when she heard this. She felt it made sense. Xiao An was just a slightly smarter little fox, but he was not even a year old. How could he know so much?

But it makes sense if you listen to the village chief.

The village chief has seen it all and has spent his whole life dealing with tea. When it comes to matters related to the tea industry, you can't go wrong by consulting the village chief.

"Ah Qing, what happened?" Yu Zhenghong asked, stunned, when he saw Ah Qing put the Fuli Master on the table and mention something about the Food Safety Bureau.

"It's nothing, it's just..." A-Qing relayed what Xiao An had just said to her parents.

"???"

Yu Zhenghong was dumbfounded, and Chen Peipei, Uncle Qing, and Aunt were all stunned, as if their worldviews had been completely refreshed.

What Ah Qing said was too outrageous.

It's so outrageous that they don't want to believe it's true.

"It's simply a defilement!" Yu Zhenghong was trembling all over. In the past, he would scrub his hands raw before picking tea stems and sifting tea leaves. He even wore gloves and a hat because he was worried that his sweaty fingers would contaminate the tea leaves.

现在
Someone actually told him.

Tea contaminated with foodborne pathogens can fetch three to five thousand yuan per kilogram, which is almost unbelievable to Lao Deng. So what about him, in the sweltering heat, fully equipped in his protective gear, meticulously sorting through tea stems and broken leaves in the attic?
Old Deng was so angry and cold that he trembled all over.

"Honey, don't be angry. Those strange people are only a minority." Seeing Yu Zhenghong trembling with anger, Chen Peipei smiled helplessly, comforted him, and handed him the menu, saying, "Order! Don't let Master Fuli go hungry, or it won't work."

"Ah Qing, quickly block that guy." Yu Zhenghong said to himself with a look of dissatisfaction, then added, "The Musical Note Shop will reopen after the holiday. We were originally planning to hire people, but due to certain matters, we haven't done so for the time being. Currently, only your mother and I are responsible for packing and shipping."

The things Yu Zhenghong mentioned refer to the fact that he is currently broke and doesn't have any extra money to hire employees.

It's not that he's really short of money, but he urgently needs to raise 400,000 yuan.

Old Chen, a tea master friend, is truly skilled. Yu Zhenghong is prepared to pay a consultant fee of 400,000 yuan per year to invite the master to provide guidance remotely or in person at the tea garden. Yu Zhenghong plans to renew the consultant fee for another two or three years, hoping to establish a positive connection with the master.

Although Lao Chen said he didn't need it, the introduction fee and service fee that should be paid still cannot be reduced.

A tea master who can turn fallen leaves into treasures—if it weren't for Lao Chen acting as a bridge, it would be difficult for ordinary people to get to know him.

People only charge consultant fees because they're giving Old Chen face; otherwise, they wouldn't bother with him at all and would be traveling the world by now.

Opportunities must be seized.

Yu Zhenghong believes that the master is worth the price, especially since the tea garden is just starting out and the tea factory's process is not yet perfect. With the guidance of the tea master, one can avoid 90% of the detours.

Neither Yu Zhenghong nor Chen Peipei told Aqing about these business matters, so as not to distract her from her studies.

Aqing's grades were outstanding. Her professor even called her personally to say that he had prepared a spot for her to be recommended for postgraduate studies.

After completing your studies, you'll be guaranteed employment at the Agricultural Academy with a starting salary of 20,000 yuan after tax.

Going home to farm is one option, but with her excellent grades, A-Qing has more than one path to choose from.

"Dad, Mom, Uncle, Aunt, I'm full."

After eating three baskets of shrimp dumplings, three custard buns, a serving of crispy red rice rolls, and two bowls of fish porridge, Ah Qing greeted the elders at the table with a happy expression and prepared to leave.

"Hmm? You don't have much of an appetite?" Chen Peipei asked with a surprised look. "The fried noodles haven't even arrived yet!"

"I'm really full. It's been so hot and humid lately, I haven't had much of an appetite." Ah Qing smiled broadly, leaned closer to Chen Peipei, and took her arm.

"There's one more thing. Is our chopped chili fish head still powered? I'm thinking of going to a friend's house to deliver some tea and gift cakes to Lingling, and then I'll also do a live stream to tell the viewers about the Musical Note Shop."

"It should be fully charged, right? I charged it and left it in the open-air parking lot of the community. I've been busy with village matters these past few days and haven't touched it. You should go back and check on it," Chen Peipei said after thinking for a moment.

Previously, she was busy setting up the tower at home and preparing wedding cakes and moon worship ceremonies. When she needed to use a car, she drove the family's old pickup truck instead of her electric car.

"Don't rush, don't rush. I think Master Fuli is only about seven-tenths full."

As soon as the three baskets of shumai were served, Yu Zhenghong placed one of them on the high chair where Master Fuli was sitting, and with a beaming smile, he began to persuade Aqing not to rush, as Master Fuli had not drunk any dessert or cola after the meal.

Ah Qing and Chen Peipei glanced sideways.

The little fox sat in the high chair, whimpering happily, picking up shumai from the plate and putting it in his mouth. On the chair's surface, you could even see the chicken bones he spat out after finishing the chicken feet.

"Tu tu tu tu——"

After finishing the shumai, the little fox turned to eat chicken feet. The soft and tender chicken feet moved around in its mouth for a while, and in no time the meat and bones separated. The meat went down its stomach, and the bones were spat out intact onto the table of the high chair.

"Hey?"

An Sheng ate chicken feet and spat out the bones, leaving A Qing and Chen Peipei stunned.

Spitting out bones. Is it really this smooth?

(End of this chapter)