Reborn to Make Games: My Girlfriend is a Game Streamer

"Okay, you two have your tea first, I'll go make it, it'll be ready soon." The old lady said, then turned and went back into the kitchen.

The old man sat to the side, chatting with them.

Ask them where they came from and what they do for a living.

Upon hearing Jiang Yiting mention that she was from Chengdu and Chen Bainian was from Zhang'an, and that they both lived in the same neighborhood as Grandpa Qin, the old man's eyes lit up immediately.

"Jin Guan Cheng is great! Qingcheng Xueya and Pujiang Queshe are both excellent teas!"

I've also tried Zhang'an's Yunwu tea and Panhao tea, and they're both very good!

"Grandpa, you even know about the tea from our hometown?" Jiang Yiting asked, somewhat surprised.

"Hey, old man, I used to go to the competition and exchange meeting with our West Lake Longjing tea. I've seen and tasted all kinds of good tea from all over the country." The old man stroked his non-existent beard with some pride.

The old man and the two young men drank tea and chatted about the local customs and culture of different places, and time passed by unnoticed.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Yiting got down to business: "Grandpa, we'd like to buy some pre-Qingming Longjing tea as gifts for the elders in our family. Do you have any left?"

"We still have some from before Qingming Festival. Let me get them for you to see." The old man got up, went to another room on the first floor, and brought out several simple tin tea canisters. "Since you were introduced by Old Man Qin and bought them as gifts, I'll give you the real deal."

As the old man spoke, he opened the sealed lid of one of the jars.

Instantly, a chestnut aroma, even richer, fresher, and more pronounced than the tea leaves just brewed, wafted out and filled the small room.

"This is the first-picked tea, the best in appearance and aroma. It's presentable whether you keep it for guests or give it as a gift. Of course, the price..." As he spoke, the old man gestured and quoted a price.

Jiang Yiting didn't know much about tea, but the fragrance that wafted out the moment the tea canister was opened, carrying the same wild and spiritual energy she had felt during their walk in the mountains, made her instinctively feel that it was a good product.

She glanced at Chen Bainian and saw him intently examining the old man's tea leaves.

Both of them were quickly calculating in their minds.

The aroma, the appearance, and Uncle Qin's recommendation—it seems reliable.

Recalling the prices displayed at the shops when the two entered the village, the old man's price was surprisingly cheap, almost a third of those shops.

Chen Bainian turned his head, leaned close to Jiang Yiting's ear, and whispered, "This tea does look quite good, and it was recommended by Uncle Qin, so it should be trustworthy."

"Hmm, it looks like it would be a good gift," Jiang Yiting turned her head and replied softly, "and the price is very reasonable too."

The old man seemed to have overheard their whispers, but he didn't seem to care. Instead, he chuckled and continued, "If you're just giving it as a gift, you don't need to buy too much. A small package of two or three ounces will look nice, but it will last you a while."

I also have some gift boxes that were made to order for the village. They're simple and elegant. I'll pack them for you in a bit; they'll make presentable gifts.

"Then we'll have to trouble you, Grandpa." Chen Bainian nodded on behalf of the two of them. "We need two jin (1 kg). Could you please divide it into eight portions, each weighing two and a half liang (125 grams)?"

He calculated that Jiang Yiting had sent four portions home, and he brought four portions home in June.

"Grandpa, we've decided on the tea as a gift. Could you recommend another affordable everyday tea that we enjoy drinking ourselves? We'd like to buy some for ourselves," Jiang Yiting said.

"If you're drinking it yourself, then take a look at this." The old man understood immediately, turned around, took another jar from a clip, opened it, grabbed a little bit, and spread it in his palm.

"By today's standards, this would be considered a second-grade tea. It tastes good and is especially good at holding up to multiple infusions. When I get home, I just put some in a glass. If I find the flavor too simple, I can add some osmanthus and dried tangerine peel to brew it together. It's quite delicious. There's nothing fancy about it."

This tea leaf doesn't look as uniform and tender as the first-picked tea leaves that were just taken out, but it still exudes a calm aroma.

"This one will do," Jiang Yiting readily accepted the old man's recommendation.

"Alright!" The old man's smile deepened when he saw their prompt response.

Without trying to avoid the two of them, he went straight out of the inner room and took out an old steelyard that looked quite old, along with some cut-up plain white moisture-proof cotton paper and a simple iron box printed with the words "Mingqian Longjing" and "Longjing Village".

"I'll weigh it for you right here, and I'll pack it in front of you so you can rest assured."

As the old man spoke, he skillfully picked up the old scale and began to weigh and sort the items one by one.

The pre-Qingming Longjing tea that the two gave as gifts was wrapped in moisture-proof cotton paper and then carefully placed into a tin box.

The tea that the two of them drank was also wrapped in moisture-proof cotton paper and then put into a sturdy kraft paper bag.

Every step appears meticulous, exuding the composure and focus of a seasoned craftsman.

After the tea leaves were almost packaged, the old lady came out carrying several plates of dishes.

A plate of golden-brown stir-fried chicken, accompanied by green and red peppers and scallions, has an irresistible aroma.

A plate of steamed white fish, garnished only with some shredded green onions and ginger slices, and drizzled with a little soy sauce, the fish meat is snow-white and looks fresh and tender;

There was also a simple stir-fried vegetable dish.

All three dishes are simple, home-style recipes, but they are made with high-quality ingredients, and they look and smell delicious enough to make your mouth water.

"Eat it while it's hot. The rice is in the rice cooker. If you're not full, help yourself. Don't be shy." The old lady put down the dishes and refilled their tea before sitting down with the old man at another table next to them to eat almost the same lunch.

In the small main room, only the soft clatter of bowls and chopsticks from a few people and the gentle sound of raindrops hitting the roof tiles outside could be heard.

Jiang Yiting picked up a piece of chicken. The first bite revealed the firm and chewy texture characteristic of free-range chicken. The simple stir-frying brought out the pure aroma of the meat and the wok hei (wok aroma), making it incredibly flavorful.

The fish is also tender and fresh. Because it has been raised in clean water, it has no muddy smell at all, only a sweet taste.

"It's delicious." Jiang Yiting nodded and squinted her eyes, not bothering to speak, focusing on the food in front of her to replenish the energy consumed during her period and the morning's activities.

Chen Bainian ate his meal as usual, not too slowly, but in a very organized manner.

The meal was quiet and pleasant.

After the meal, the old man had already neatly arranged the packaged tea leaves on another table.

Eight standard tin boxes and a simple kraft paper bag.

"Alright, take a look." The old man patted the table next to him and gestured to the two of them.

Chen Bainian glanced at it and then took out his phone: "Grandpa, could you calculate how much it costs, including the food?"

"Okay." The old man picked up the computer and started pressing the keys while muttering to himself.

Upon hearing Chen Bainian's words, Jiang Yiting instinctively reached for her phone.

She had thought that she would have to pay for the tea herself, but the cost of the meal was not a problem.

However, Chen Bainian's act of paying the bill first and insisting on settling the bill together made some thoughts flash through her mind.

Could he be thinking of paying for her share of tea as well?

Although my brother is rich now, this gift is still quite substantial...

Moreover, given their current relationship, it doesn't seem quite right.

Even if he were to visit her home, that would be a matter for the future.

Paying the bill like this now felt a little strange, making her uneasy...