classifiedscript Chapter 4 Drinking Tea and Wine
Chapter 4 Drinking Tea and Wine
Chapter 4 Drinking Tea and Wine
"Lao Banzhang?"
Old Lin took a sip of tea, his expression a mixture of doubt and certainty.
"Yes." Yu Huan nodded and picked up her teacup.
Having seen the Five Sacred Mountains, one need not see other mountains; having seen Banzhang Mountain, one need not talk about tea.
Banzhang is the king of Pu'er tea producing areas. Adding the word "old" before it means that the tea comes from the ancient tea trees of Banzhang Old Village.
The Pu'er tea from each mountain has a unique flavor.
For example, an old tea connoisseur like Lao Lin is the kind of person who, wherever he goes, the host will bring out the best tea to serve him. Having drunk a lot of tea, he can naturally tell the difference.
In 2012, a pound of Lao Ban Zhang spring tea cost over a thousand yuan, but ten years later, the price has increased more than tenfold.
The tea cake that Yu Huan gave to Lao Lin was an aged Pu'er tea from 2003.
Pu'er tea is known for its improved aroma and flavor with age, and it even has financial attributes; it can appreciate in value if stored and can be sold for money easily.
Old Lin was perfectly aware of its value.
Yu Huan verbally claimed it was from home, but based on what Old Lin knew about his family's situation, if they truly had the tea, they would have carefully wrapped it to prevent it from getting moldy or damp. They wouldn't have just casually put it in a plastic bag.
"You boy!"
Old Lin chuckled and cursed, but understood without saying a word.
He picked up a teacup and placed it in front of Lin Yourong.
Lin Yourong was still fuming when she picked it up and shoved it all into her mouth.
See this.
Old Lin couldn't help but shake his head again: "Tsk tsk, wild boars can't appreciate fine chaff."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan couldn't help but laugh, almost spitting out the tea in her mouth.
As expected of a master of breaking through defenses, this combo completely shattered Lin Yourong's aloof demeanor, leaving her unable to maintain her composure.
"What are you laughing at?!" Lin Yourong turned her head and glared at Yu Huan.
Yu Huan hurriedly put down her teacup, wiped her mouth, and said seriously, "I wasn't laughing at anything!"
"If you didn't laugh at anything, then why did you laugh?" Lin Yourong asked, somewhat exasperated.
"I remember happy things."
"You Rong, come help me serve the dishes!" The mother-in-law suddenly opened the kitchen door and called out to the living room, "Old Lin, tidy up a bit, we'll have tea after dinner."
The group tidied up.
As a patient, Yu Huan was invited by Lao Lin to sit down at the dining table first.
"It's just a simple meal, and we didn't treat you like a guest. Please don't mind, Xiao Yu."
"Auntie's cooking is really good. It looks better than what chefs at most restaurants make. It smells so good!"
Yu Huan sniffed.
This is absolutely true; it comes from the heart.
"You Rong's cooking skills are also good, but I haven't had her stir-fries in a long time." With that, Old Lin shook his head and turned to go to the kitchen.
The mother-in-law and Lao Lin brushed past each other as she came out and stood opposite Yu Huan at the table.
Holding a handful of chopsticks, he bent down to place them one by one, and suddenly said to him, "Xiao Yu, what would you like to drink, baijiu or beer?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan shook her head: "I don't drink, Auntie."
"A tall guy over six feet tall, you don't even drink alcohol? Make yourself at home, don't be shy," the mother-in-law said with a smile.
"Then...how about we have a little?"
Yu Huan hesitated.
He has a slight alcohol intolerance; his face turns red after drinking just a little alcohol, and he gets intoxicated very easily.
I'm afraid that if I drink too much, I might say something I shouldn't, which could easily lead to trouble.
“You drink all of a sudden, then suddenly you drink a lot,” Old Lin said as he came out of the kitchen and put down a plate of stir-fried beef. “When you’re with your Uncle Lin, you should at least have a glass of baijiu, right?”
"Drink!" Lin Yourong said, holding a bowl of white rice in one hand. "I'll drink too!"
During the banquet.
Yu Huan was a little reserved. After drinking half a glass of wine, the blush on her face gradually spread from her cheeks all the way to her ears.
His eyes were glazed over, as if they had been melted by alcohol.
Lin Yourong is no exception.
The two of them were perfectly in sync.
"Come on, let's have a clinking of glasses."
Old Lin picked up his wine glass and raised it to the two young men sitting side by side across the table.
The mother-in-law turned her head to look at them, especially her daughter and Xiao Yu. The two looked very well-matched. As the saying goes, a mother-in-law likes her son-in-law more and more the more she looks at him. After a few casual words, the conversation gradually became more in-depth.
"Xiao Yu, I heard from your Uncle Lin that you are an only child? Do you have any uncles or cousins in your family?"
"My dad has three older brothers and one younger sister."
"Oh, your Uncle Lin is a single-lineage heir with only one daughter."
"is it?"
In the timeline before her rebirth, it wasn't until several years later that Yu Huan accidentally learned that Lao Lin's daughter was a celebrity. She had only a vague understanding of her leader's family situation.
A single heir?
An only daughter?
Uh.
Is Old Lin perhaps looking for a son-in-law to live with him?
"Xiao Yu, your uncle and I aren't some old-fashioned folks, it's just that in our family—"
"Mom! Can you please stop talking nonsense!" Lin Yourong interrupted her sharply, then raised her glass to Yu Huan: "I'll drink it all, you can drink as you like."
"it is good."
Yu Huan bumped into her.
In this situation, it's best not to be emotionally unintelligent and act recklessly.
He drank the remaining half glass of wine in one gulp.
A burning, knife-like sensation traveled down his throat and into his stomach.
But then he caught a glimpse of Lin Yourong picking up the wine bottle, preparing to drink some more.
Yu Huan's heart skipped a beat.
Just then, Old Lin leaned forward, his large hand sweeping across the middle of the table like a savior, snatching the wine bottle away. He laughed and said, "That's enough, that's enough. A little wine is good for the soul, but too much is bad for your health."
Lin Yourong's cheeks were as red as cherries, the kind that are ripe and full of color.
He slammed his hand on the table: "Drink! I want to drink!"
Yu Huan felt the dishes on the table tremble.
I rely on!
Looking at her slender, delicate hands,
That much force?
If this leads to domestic violence and physical abuse, what would happen?
"Alright!" the mother-in-law said, taking out a tissue and wiping Lin Yourong's greasy mouth. "You can't even drink two ounces of alcohol. If you spit it on the table, it'll affect your image as a singer, won't it?"
Yu Huan sensed that something was off, so she buried her head in her hands and started eating.
Old Lin took a sip of his drink and said with a smile, "You Rong's temper isn't usually this bad; she's been throwing a tantrum at me lately."
Lin Yourong lowered her head, picked up some food, and remained silent.
"Yeah."
Yu Huan chuckled.
"Your uncle is a journalist by training, and I know the entertainment industry like the back of my hand. If I were really that old-fashioned, I wouldn't have gone along with Yourong's wishes and sent her to study vocal music. I don't know if you understand what I mean?"
How could a man not understand another man?
Yu Huan understood, of course!
The Lin family is a respectable family, but they were worried that Lin Yourong might find a shady boyfriend, and they couldn't do anything about it since they were too far away to help.
More importantly, they are eager to have a grandson.
Furthermore, the Lin family has only one son per generation, suggesting they may be looking for a son-in-law to live with them.
"Uncle Lin, I understand!"
Yu Huan nodded emphatically.
Old Lin finished his last sip of wine, his cheeks flushed, as if he had drunk too much: "My grandfather, too, went to school with the teachers, and participated in the revolution together—"
"I'm stuffed!"
Lin Yourong suddenly threw down her chopsticks and quickly nestled into the sofa.
Yu Huan quickly reached for the chopped chili fish head with her chopsticks, skillfully picking up a piece of meat from under the cheek.
He propped himself up slightly with one foot and placed the fish in Old Lin's bowl: "Uncle Lin, have some fish."
Yu Huan was genuinely afraid that the father and daughter would start fighting.
Old Lin sighed and said nothing more.
Pick up this piece of the freshest and most tender fish and put it in your mouth.
They drank until they were stuffed with alcohol and ate until they were full.
Yu Huan took out her phone and checked the time; it was 12:40 PM.
Pretending to have something to do, he said he had to take his leave first.
The mother-in-law, who was clearing away the dishes, quickly went to the sofa and asked Lin Yourong to see him downstairs.
(End of this chapter)