The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 307 - This Tea Was Very Delicious

Among those present, Old Master Tang remained quite composed, having known Su Ming longer than anyone else there.

The rest of the group, however, was taken aback. It was their first time witnessing someone actually farming and raising chickens right in the heart of the city. And to top it off, he had even hired an orchestra to perform for the chickens! It was utterly preposterous!

Yet, they couldn't come up with a single argument against Su Ming. It was, after all, his choice to engage in such activities. He was hands-on with his work, requiring no assistance from start to finish. His adeptness made it clear that he wasn't putting on a show for their benefit. There was simply no reason for Su Ming to pretend.

Silent and unsure of what to say, the group stood obediently in the middle of the yard, soaking up the intense sunlight. It wasn't until a full hour had passed that Su Ming, content with his work, clapped his hands and nodded approvingly. When he turned around, he was startled.

Who were these people? Why were they standing there?

It took a moment for Su Ming to realize his oversight. He had been so immersed in his work that he had completely forgotten about his guests, leaving them under the sun for far too long. He felt incredibly impolite.

?”My apologies,” he said.

Dressed in cloth shoes and covered in a layer of feed dust, Su Ming approached with a cheerful grin. “I got so caught up in my work that I completely forgot about you all. Please, come inside!”

“Mr. Su, there's no need for such formality. We're used to sitting all the time; standing for a bit is actually quite nice. After you, Mr. Su,” Old Master Tang said, leading the way into the house.

?It was their first visit to Su Ming's home. As wealthy individuals, they found nothing unusual about the interior's style.

“Please, have a seat. I'll brew some tea for you,” Su Ming offered, after quickly freshening up in the bathroom and changing into clean clothes.

“Mr. Su, you really shouldn't trouble yourself,” Old Master Tang said, chuckling warmly.

?”It's no trouble at all,” replied Su Ming with a light smile before heading to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and pulled out a black plastic bag. Reaching in, he grabbed a handful of dark, mysterious objects and tossed them into the teapot.

The guests exchanged puzzled glances. What on earth was that?

?These individuals hailed from wealth and privilege, accustomed to sipping the finest Longjing and Pre-Rain teas, each leaf delicately wrapped in exquisite packaging. Yet, Mr. Su casually retrieved a nondescript black bag from the refrigerator. Confusion rippled through the group, but no one dared to voice their doubts. They remained seated, a picture of compliance.

?At that moment, Su Ming returned from the kitchen, brandishing a disposable paper cup. The sight caused the corners of the two elderly gentlemen's eyes to involuntarily twitch, and Xiao Luomu's mouth followed suit. All three were connoisseurs of tea, traditionally enjoying it from specialized tea sets designed to preserve the brew's authentic flavor. Now, faced with a disposable paper cup, they were at a loss. Nonetheless, in Mr. Su's presence, they were obliged to abide by his hospitality.

?”I don't have guests often, so I'm short on cups. Disposable paper cups are all I have,” Su Ming explained with a cheerful grin.

“Mr. Su, we appreciate your efforts. We're no strangers to using paper cups for tea,” Old Master Tang replied, his face bright with a forced smile. Old Master Qin chimed in with agreement.

?Xiao Luomu inwardly praised their performance; the elder statesmen's acting was impeccable. He knew he would have faltered under the same circumstances.

?Su Ming proceeded to pour the tea into each cup. Old Master Tang observed the paper cup before him, filled with the dark liquid, and his expression momentarily seized up before he regained composure.

“We must drink the tea Mr. Su has graciously poured for us. Come now, let's all have a taste,” Old Master Tang said, lifting his paper cup.

“Yes, indeed! Luomu, you're quite the tea aficionado, aren't you? Go on, give it a try,” encouraged Old Master Qin.

Xiao Luomu hesitated, wondering if he was being used as a guinea pig. With his father's health in decline, who would care for him if something were to happen? Yet, catching the stern looks from the two old masters, Xiao Luomu swallowed hard, his gaze turning to his wife and daughter. He couldn't bear the thought of them enduring hardship.

Then, his gaze settled on Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen was taken aback.

Recognizing the ill-intentioned look in his father's eyes, he knew exactly what his dad was up to.

“Thank you, brother-in-law. I never drink tea. Could you get me some plain water instead?”

“Sure!” Su Ming nodded and headed into the kitchen.

Xiao Chen quickly intervened to stop his father's actions.

Xiao Luomu was fuming.

He sighed deeply, resigned to his fate.

Xiao Luomu inhaled sharply and cautiously lifted the paper cup in his hands.

He gently blew on the surface, eyeing the dark liquid that swirled before him, noting the thin layer of impurities floating atop.

Xiao Luomu clenched his jaw and steeled himself for what was to come.

If it came down to it, he was prepared to die!

He had never intended to leave this world alive!

Su Ming, observing from the sidelines, was confused.

Why was Xiao Luomu so anxious about drinking tea?

He hadn't added any poison.

Once resolved, Xiao Luomu blew on the tea gently and took a tentative sip.

Instantly, Xiao Luomu stiffened.

“Hmm?”

The two elderly gentlemen were immediately on edge.

What was happening?

Xiao Luomu's eyes widened with astonishment as he gazed at the paper cup, “This is delicious!”

He indulged in another sip, savoring the moment with closed eyes.

The two seniors exchanged glances.

Was this genuine or a performance?

Was he putting on a show?

Xiao Luomu truly lived up to being his father's son.

His acting was top-notch!

“Uncles, you should try this. The flavor is surprisingly good,” Xiao Luomu encouraged.

The two old men eyed each other warily.

Was the young man speaking the truth or pulling their leg?

But they were not ones to shy away from a challenge.

At over eighty years old, they had little to fear from death.

With determination, both elders took a sip.

They were immediately taken aback!

What was this concoction?

It began with a bitter note, followed by a sweet aftertaste.

And the sweetness was exceptionally fragrant and lingering.

The tea left an enduring impression on their palates.

As the tea settled in their stomachs, a comforting warmth spread slowly to their extremities.

The two elders couldn't contain their curiosity any longer.

They had never experienced such an exquisite tea before!

Thus, they swiftly drained their cups and found themselves yearning for more.

“Mr. Su, if I may be so bold, what exactly is this tea?” one asked.

Old Master Tang was particularly impatient.

He simply had to find out the nature of this tea.

What on earth was it? And why was it so incredibly tantalizing?