"Where are you now? Is this phone public or is it at your relative’s house?"
Chiang Xiao glanced at Aunt Ah Yu and her grandmother, who were nearby discussing the art of making tea delicacies, and said unabashedly, "This is a public phone. My relative’s house doesn’t have a phone. Phone calls are expensive, so if you have something to say to me, you’d better make it quick."
"Where are you? Tell me your address." Meng Xinian’s words seemed to burst through clenched teeth.
Ah, great, so even making a phone call to him is considered a waste of money now, is it?
"I’m at my relative’s house. You don’t have anything else? Then, that’s it for now. My grandfather is calling me to dinner. Goodbye, Captain Meng."
"Chiang! Xiao! Xiao! I dare you to hang up and see what happens!"
"Beep beep beep beep..."
The call had been hung up.
Xiao Qian didn’t dare to enter the room anymore.
No, it felt too dangerous. Captain Meng seemed to be emitting flames all over, rather intimidating.
It was best for him to step outside and hide for a bit until Captain Meng had left before returning to his post.
Meng Xinian clutching the receiver, his knuckles turned white.
In Huali Tea Garden, Uncle Huo, who had just walked over, saw Chiang Xiao standing next to the phone, lost in thought, and couldn’t help but ask, "Chiang Xiao, are you planning to make a call, or have you finished your call?"
Chiang Xiao snapped back to reality, "Ah, Uncle Huo, when did you get here? You gave me a scare."
"My footsteps aren’t light, and yet you’re scared?" Uncle Huo laughed and cried in disbelief, then asked, "I’m asking if you’re going to make a call or if you’ve finished?"
"I’ve finished already."
"Then shall we go take a look at the Ancient Tea Tree?" Now, whenever that tea tree was mentioned, Uncle Huo’s eyes would light up. He could hardly believe that the tea tree, which seemed to have lost all vitality, could now be so lush and pleasing with vibrant green leaves, each one fresh and tender.
He had even tried plucking a leaf to chew in his mouth. Raw tea leaves, yet they were aromatic and the juice sweet.
They were just waiting for Chiang Xiao to come over to start picking the first batch of leaves to begin processing.
Chiang Xiao had said previously that she wanted to come over to look around.
Hearing about going to see the tea, Chiang Xiao’s spirits immediately lifted, "Are we preparing to pick tea?"
Uncle Huo nodded, "We can’t pick these tea leaves in the morning because the morning dew on the leaves isn’t good for processing and affects the quality. Normally, the middle of May is the best time to pick these leaves, but not picking them now would be a waste. Every leaf is glossy, at least of first-grade quality."
"What kind of tea is this, after all?" Chiang Xiao asked while following him out of the villa towards the back mountain.
Uncle Huo almost stumbled.
"You resurrected this tea tree and you don’t know what kind of tea it is?"
Could he be any more discouraging?
Chiang Xiao looked innocent, "I can tell whether tea tastes good or not, but if you ask me to identify them, all I can tell you is that I know about black tea, green tea, and oolong tea, that’s all."
Uncle Huo looked at her, at a loss for words.
An amateur when it comes to tea had revived such a precious Ancient Tea Tree?
If this got out, experts would probably drop their jaws in shock.
But there was Chiang Xiao, looking so candid, without the slightest sense of embarrassment. Seeing this, Uncle Huo could only laugh at himself for being too deeply affected.
After all, she was just a thirteen-year-old child. How much could she understand?
Reviving that tea tree, that must have been due to the Medicinal Soil and nutrient solution provided by the old man who gardened, right? But Chiang Xiao had the boldness to spend so much money all at once, which was not something just anyone could do.