The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 694 Master Fuli's New Mount
Master Fuli sat on the electric scooter seat and followed Old Chen to the teahouse in the ancestral hall.

Originally intended as an exhibition space showcasing the tea-making tools that once brought wealth to Changxi Town, the museum has now become a secret base for Master Fuli to secretly make tea.

Master Fuli signed up for Qingxiang Oolong Tea. The tea leaves from the ancestral hall tea factory were being pre-processed according to the parameters given by Master Fuli, with the assistance of Old Chen.

An Sheng climbed onto the shelves and began to examine each item one by one.

"Bang bang bang-"

While An Sheng was busy working, a knock sounded at the entrance of the ancestral hall, and Lin Bingyun's voice gradually drifted into the hall. An Sheng, who was sorting tea leaves on the shelf, looked at Old Chen and said, "Open the door for me, Master Fuli's personally made additives have arrived."

"Master Fuli, is this legal?" Old Chen shook his head helplessly and walked out of the ancestral hall.

Old Chen couldn't find any fault with Master Fuli's tea-making skills; his process was as meticulous as that of a professionally trained tea master. However, his strategy for the tea competition was unexpectedly wild.

In addition to submitting a certificate of conformity and a soil test report, the most important thing for participating teas is that the raw materials used in the production process of this product must come from the participant's own tea garden; otherwise, it will be considered a violation.

In the latter half of the tea-tasting competition, besides the contestants' own superior skills, there was a lot of underhanded tactics involving mutual accusations.

It's perfectly acceptable for Master Fuli to add another imported tea to his blend.

However, this is not acceptable in tea competitions, as it would violate the original intention of the official organization of tea competitions and is a matter of principle.

"Squeak-"

While persuading Master Fuli, Old Chen opened the back door of the ancestral hall. A bare sapling came into view, and a black cockroach the size of a palm was even hanging on the branch.

Old Chen's breath hitched when he saw this, instinctively fearing that a large black cockroach would suddenly appear in his face.

The black-breasted cockroach is notorious for its sleazy nature and its penchant for baring its face.

"Good afternoon, village chief."

Lin Bingyun, who was holding the flowerpot tightly in both arms, smiled at the village chief, nodded slightly, and greeted him.

"Old Chen, oh Old Chen!"

"Who do you take me for, Master Fuli? No one knows the rules of the tea competition better than me."

On the shelf, Mr. Fuli picked out a handful of tea leaves that didn't meet the standards, threw them onto a plastic sheet on the ground, turned around, and revealed an arrogant expression, saying:

"I know better than anyone that the fines issued for tea competitions start at 100,000 yuan. Little Tea Tree, you've got a job for our village chief!"

Under Old Chen's astonished gaze, the branches of the tea tree in the terracotta flowerpot folded up, and the roots extended, clinging tightly to the edge of the flowerpot. Then, the little tea tree performed a Thomas the Tank Engine spin right there in the ancestral hall, riding its terracotta flowerpot into the sky.

"pat-"

The small tea tree flipped in mid-air, landing steadily in the center of the hall with its flowerpot on its back.

"Fuck!"

Old Chen felt a sudden dizziness and fell flat on his backside. His eyes widened, and he shakily pointed to the small tea tree:

"Has the tea tree come to life?"

"Not only have they become spirits, but they also have companion spirit beasts!" Seeing Old Chen's dumbfounded expression, An Sheng chuckled and said confidently, "If trees can grow legs and run, and I say that all my tea is produced in my own tea garden, what questions could the official judges possibly have?"

"You're not convinced? Then fight Little Tea Tree."

As Master Fuli spoke, he seemed to be moved by the scene and stood up, his face full of pride, his two little paws on his hips, looking arrogant and domineering.

I still remember being fined 500,000 yuan in my past life.

Are you kidding me? Do you think I'd give you the chance to fine me?
“Outrageous.”

Old Chen, his mouth agape, swallowed hard. His face was filled with shock, and his forehead was covered in black lines. He racked his brains but couldn't find a way to describe the situation.

Possible
Just like what Master Fuli said, you're not convinced? If you're not convinced, go and fight Little Tea Tree!

This situation is like a scholar encountering a soldier; whoever wins the fight is truly in the right.

"Village chief, are you alright?"

Seeing this, Lin Bingyun stepped forward and helped Old Chen, who had fallen to the ground, to his feet. She took a small oil paper bag, about the size of her palm, from her handbag and handed it to Old Chen, saying with a smile:

"I was busy putting away my luggage just now. This is a special [Premium Spirit Tree Oolong] that Master Fuli brought for you." "Oolong tea?"

Old Chen looked at the light paper bag in his hand, and after weighing it, he felt it probably weighed less than an ounce.

"Don't ask, just drink it when you get back." An Sheng looked at Old Chen with a happy expression and said, but he didn't describe the taste of the tea to Old Chen.

Old Chen is a connoisseur of tea.

Some things can only be truly appreciated by experiencing them firsthand, revealing their inner surprises and lingering aftertastes. Telling them about the flavor and aroma beforehand only diminishes their sense of exploration.

"Alright! Thank you, Master Fuli." Old Chen felt a sense of anticipation towards Master Fuli's mysterious demeanor.

"Stop talking nonsense and come help me quickly! Go get me a vacuum sealing machine too, there's no time left for the kiln process, we need to use some high-tech stuff."

An Sheng spoke with a serious expression.

Although both teas are oolong teas and are processed in the same way, the varieties of tea trees are different, resulting in some differences in aroma.

An Sheng had already considered these things, so in the pre-processing, he deliberately set the drying parameters to reference the cellaring process of flower tea.

First, put them together, and then use artificial intervention in temperature and humidity to promote the release and even absorption of aroma from the tea leaves.

The vacuuming process used by Master Fuli is not a normal cellaring process.

But as a tech-savvy tea shop owner, it's normal for him to pull off some unconventional moves.

After all, we didn't use vacuum sealing before, so how can you say that my process violates ancestral teachings?
You can't imagine how resourceful our ancestors were. They could take tea dregs from teahouses, mix them with fruit peels and melon seed shells, and make tea cakes to export to foreigners.

The foreigners were overjoyed, and promptly added dye, selling it at a high price to their own country's nobles.

"Master Fuli, Miss Lin has returned to Changxi and says she has a small gift for you. Please come to the ancestral hall to receive it."

While An Sheng was instructing Lao Chen to blend the tea leaves, Lin Bingyun stepped forward and spoke to Master Fuli.

"Huh? There's a gift for me?" An Sheng was taken aback, a look of surprise on her face. "You can't be dressing me up in gold and silver again, can you? Traveling by private jet makes Ah Qing feel like you guys are trying to rip her off."

"I don't know. Miss Lin said it was a little surprise, so she didn't tell me too much," Lin Bingyun shook her head.

"So mysterious," An Sheng muttered, then jumped onto Butler Lin's shoulder and said, "Shall we go out and take a look?"

Lin Bingyun responded and led Master Fuli outside. They arrived at the main entrance of the ancestral hall. In the square, they could see a convoy of three black cars heading towards the ancestral hall.

But that's it.

A deep buzzing sound rang out from the sky.

"Buzzing—"

A white streak of light sped across the sky above the road next to the ancestral hall. Lin Ying, with her long black hair reaching her waist and a pair of fox ears on her head, stood on a flying vehicle, her body bent to one side as she maneuvered the vehicle to draw a large arc in the sky.

"Master Fuli—"

Lin Ying stepped onto the footrests on the back of the aircraft, and like riding a stunt bicycle, she changed the shape of the entire aircraft, lowering the rear seat position, and slowly descended from the sky to the square of the ancestral hall.

Today, Lin Ying was not dressed as elegantly as usual, like the stereotypical strong woman.

Lin Ying was dressed in equestrian attire, with black boots and tight-fitting riding breeches, and a slightly loose softshell top with the zipper zipped up to her neck.

Lin Ying landed on the ground, raised her arms, and showed a big smile on her face, while the ears on the top of her head twitched.

"It's been such a long time since we last met."

"Master Fuli in winter is truly beautiful. The very name 'Fuli' seems to have been created based on your appearance."

"???"

An Sheng stared in disbelief at Lin Ying, then at the aircraft parked to the side, his face full of question marks.

"Is this thing legal to drive on the road?"

(End of this chapter)