The last disciple who traveled through Medicine King Valley sells goods live

After greeting the fans, I heard that we had an appointment to advertise De Zhaitang today. After I introduced myself, the receptionist enthusiastically took me on a tour.

There is a teahouse in the tourist garden of S City. Even if it is a century-old shop, how can it protect this place without some capabilities?

The main hall of the teahouse is decorated in an antique style, with neatly arranged wooden tables and chairs. The tea sets on the tables are exquisite and elegant, and the walls are decorated with calligraphy and paintings by famous artists, adding a touch of cultural heritage. Beyond the main hall lies a tranquil courtyard with a small pond in the center, where a few koi fish swim leisurely. Several osmanthus trees are planted beside the pond, and at this time of year, their sweet fragrance permeates the air, bringing joy and a sense of well-being.

Further back, there are individual teahouses, each with its own unique style. Some are simply elegant, with white and wood accents, evoking a sense of tranquility and tranquility; others are lavishly decorated, with red curtains and gold ornaments, exuding an air of opulence. I was led to a teahouse called "Yayun," where the decor strikes a perfect balance, neither overly ostentatious nor overtly elegant.

After we sat down, the waiter quickly brought us De Zhai Tang's specially crafted snacks and a pot of their signature tea. The snacks were exquisitely crafted, delicate and melt-in-your-mouth, yet sweet yet not cloying. A gentle sip of tea emanated from the tip of my tongue, a refreshing aroma followed by a subtle sweetness that left a lasting impression. I couldn't help but admire the restaurant's exceptional tea art and pastry-making skills.

At this moment, the door of the tea room was gently pushed open, and what came into view was a tall and straight figure of medium height, wearing a Chinese-style long gown. The fabric was of high-quality texture, and the color was a low-key yet textured dark green. The collar and cuffs were inlaid with fine piping of the same color, with a slightly soft luster, showing extraordinary taste.

His hair was short and neat, meticulously groomed, with a few strands of silver streaking through, lending him a touch of maturity. His face was sharply defined, with a broad forehead and thick, well-defined eyebrows, as if outlined with ink, lending him a commanding presence without even anger. His eyes were deep and piercing, revealing the shrewdness of a seasoned businessman and a deep love of tea culture. When he smiled, the fine lines around his eyes smoothed out, lending him a warm and approachable air.

His nose was high and straight, like a towering mountain peak, adding a sense of three-dimensionality to his face. His lips were of moderate thickness, and he often wore a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, making him feel like a spring breeze. He wore a jade pendant around his waist, its warm color and exquisite carving swaying gently as he walked, his every move revealing a refined and elegant demeanor. He wore a pair of black cloth shoes with handmade soles, light and comfortable, and each step was taken with confidence and composure. He often played with a pair of walnuts, which were polished to a glossy shine, and he turned them skillfully in his hands, just like the ease with which he controlled the teahouse business.

I don't know why, but the audience in the live broadcast room looked at me and seemed to lack confidence in front of this person.

"Mr. Fan, right?"

I heard that Fan Weikang hurriedly stood up, bowed slightly and said, "Hello, Mr. Shao. Please forgive me for being Fan. I am truly honored today. I am grateful that you can take the time out of your busy schedule to see me. I have communicated with you over the phone. I am still live streaming here. If you mind, I will temporarily turn off the live broadcast."

Shao Pengda waved his hand: "It's okay, live streaming is very common nowadays. We sometimes do it in our teahouse now. Just do whatever you want."

Fan Weikang thanked Shao Pengda and got straight to the point: "I gave you a brief introduction before. I came here today hoping you could help me identify a batch of tea.

Because this tea is quite controversial right now. And I don’t really understand it.”

Shao Pengda nodded: "You also said it on the phone. To be honest, I heard that you wanted me to identify this tea, so I took the time to come here.

I've heard a lot of friends talk about that "Yigui" tea lately, but I've never seen it in person. I'm a bit curious.

In their circle, things that can be shown off are naturally good things. But this time, he heard people showing off, but no one took it out to share with him. When he asked, he was just told that the item was out of stock.

I didn't expect to hear today that someone had this tea and brought it to him for identification.

Fan Kangwei didn't say anything more and just took out the package he bought.

Shao Pengda couldn't help but stand up and walked to the package. He watched Fan Weikang open the package and take out a wooden box from the express box.

Looking at the keyhole on the wooden box, Fan Weikan suddenly thought of something and took out a key from his bunch of keys.

"This arrived earlier than the express delivery. It's also a form of anti-counterfeiting. If it were a knock-off, it wouldn't be able to do this."

Shao Pengda smiled: "It's interesting too."

Fan Kangwei opened the box with a key, and on the top layer was a teaspoon and a blue and white porcelain tea bowl.

Just as Fan Kangwei was about to open the next floor, Shao Pengda stopped him and said, "Wait a moment!"

Fan Kangwei didn't understand, but he saw Shao Pengda pointing at the blue and white porcelain tea bowl and said, "Do you mind if I take a look?"

Fan Kangwei said hurriedly, "Please go ahead."

Shao Pengda nodded in thanks, then carefully took the tea bowl and examined it. "If I'm not mistaken, this landscape isn't a photograph, but a hand-painted pattern. Furthermore, this person must be very good at landscape painting, especially ink painting."

Fan Weikang thought about that dazzling face, and he didn't know either: "I know she is good at making tea, but I don't really know if she is good at landscape painting."

Shao Pengda looked at the seal on the bottom of the tea bowl for a long time. In addition to the "Jingdezhen Seal", there was also a small square seal with the words "Yigui Private Seal".

"It seems that the painter of this tea bowl is also the founder of this tea."

Fan Weikang smiled and said, "That's fine. Tea making and painting are indeed done by the same person."

After admiring the tea bowl for a while, Shao Pengda carefully put it back. The care and refinement of the tea bowl made Shao Pengda look forward to tea even more.

I saw Fan Weikan opening the lower layer by pulling it out.

Inside were two teapots still made of blue and white porcelain.

Fan Weikan took out one of the cans and handed it to Shao Pengda.

An indescribable expression crossed his face, his eyes widening as he stared intently at the tea leaves in the jar, seemingly deeply shaken by the sight before him. His breathing quickened slightly, and his hands, which had been resting at his sides, unconsciously clenched, their knuckles turning white from the strain.

After a long moment, he slowly regained consciousness. He gently placed his nose close to the mouth of the jar and took a deep breath, his movements extremely cautious, as if he feared disturbing the "treasure" within. Then, he gently pinched a handful of tea leaves with his fingers and placed them in his palm, examining them closely. The leaves trembled slightly in his palm, and his gaze followed the veins of the leaves, the light in his eyes becoming increasingly intense.

"This... this tea..." Shao Pengda's voice trembled slightly, with a hint of uncontrollable excitement and surprise. "I have never seen such a unique tea. Both its appearance and color are truly unique."

Fan Weikang watched Shao Pengda's reaction quietly from the side, feeling both nervous and expectant. He knew Shao Pengda was highly skilled in tea tasting, and his reaction undoubtedly made him even more curious about the origin and value of the tea.

"Boss Shao, what do you think is so special about this tea?" Fan Weikan couldn't help asking.

Shao Pengda didn't answer immediately. Instead, he placed the tea leaves back in the jar and gently closed the lid, as if organizing his thoughts. After a while, he slowly spoke, "The tea leaves are slender and regular in shape, their emerald green with a hint of silver, like a layer of frost and snow. This is not something that can be achieved through ordinary tea-making techniques. Moreover, the aroma of this tea is light and elegant, yet it contains a unique charm that makes people feel refreshed, as if their body and mind have been cleansed by this fragrance."

"The subtle fragrance is like wine, making one forget about age; the arrival of fairy butterflies intoxicates the heart." This is absolutely the finest mountain mist! Mr. Fan, Mr. Shao has an unwelcome request."

Fan Weikan was also a little confused. It only took a few minutes for Mr. Shao in front of him to change from being indifferent just now to having a passionate look at the tea leaves.

This made him feel as if he understood why Shanshan could remain so calm even in the face of his elder brother. Because the tea she made was so popular that even the big bosses were eager to buy it. She didn't need to compromise herself at all.

Hearing Shao Pengda's unreasonable request, he hurriedly said, "Boss Shao, just tell me what you want. As long as it's within my ability, I will definitely agree."

Shao Pengda paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on Fan Weikan, his gaze filled with sincerity and anticipation. "Mr. Fan, to be honest, I've been in the tea industry for many years and I think I've seen a lot of good tea, but this is the first time I've seen tea as unique as this. Where did you get this tea from? If it's convenient, could you tell me a little bit?"

Fan Weikang thought it was no secret, so he said directly: "This is sold by a live broadcaster in the room, but she only sells tea before Qingming Festival, and she is out of stock now. The next sale will probably be next year."

Shao Pengda felt a little sorry when he heard this, and he also understood why those old friends were so secretive. If the tea was sold in the live broadcast room, even if you had a lot of money, you still couldn't get it.

Thinking that the tea was right in front of him, Shao Pengda didn't want to miss it: "Mr. Fan, can you give me some of the tea you have? Don't worry, the price is absolutely fair!"

My goodness, Fan Weikan is now dizzy. He never expected that this Boss Shao would chat with him and address him as "you".

"No, no, you're embarrassing me. You have to admit, someone did contact me and wanted to buy this tea. However, he asked me not to open the packaging, but the price he offered was really tempting."