"Uncle De, thank you for letting me taste such exquisite tea. I'm telling you, this is the best tea I've ever had in my life!"
Bai Suxiang didn't know how to describe it, so she just spoke whatever came to mind.
"Hehehe, of course. I'm telling you, those friends who drank this cup of tea wanted more, but I was reluctant to give it to them!"
"But I still have half a cup left, you can't stop me from finishing it, can you?"
Bai Suxiang said playfully after losing the feeling of being persecuted.
When dealing with an old man, one must use methods that he can accept and cannot refute.
Uncle De looked at the cup in his hand, shrugged, and said:
"Alright, you drank half a cup, and I can't drink it anymore. Forget it, it's your good fortune!"
Bai Suxiang took the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Not a drop of tea water was left.
"Uncle De, is it your tea leaves that are good, or your teapot that is good?"
At some point, an idea popped into Bai Suxiang's mind: she had to figure out the matter of the teapot.
"Of course it's my tea leaves!"
"I say it's the teapot! Only a good teapot can brew good tea!"
Bai Suxiang deliberately teased Uncle De, saying.
But Uncle De didn't answer her in a particularly mature and steady manner, but instead shouted:
"The tea leaves are good, the tea leaves are good! I put a lot of effort into this!"
"Hehehe, I don't believe it. If you can't do it, pour another cup! Otherwise, change to another teapot, and we'll try!"
Bai Suxiang said with a smile.
She guessed that the old man only had this one teapot, otherwise Fang Xiaoxia wouldn't have described it in such detail.
"An old man holding an ancient teapot!"
Anything that has some age to it, if not held every day, would it be hard to have that kind of character?
"Try it, who's afraid of whom!"
Uncle De said loudly.
It was like a child who refused to accept defeat and challenged Bai Suxiang.
He didn't seem to feel that he was too old to argue with a young person.
Saying that, he turned back into the house and took out another ancient teapot.
The two teapots looked almost identical, the only difference being that the spout of one was slightly chipped.
As before, Uncle De brewed the tea according to the fixed procedure.
He slowly walked to the table and poured it into Bai Suxiang's cup.
Unlike the previous half-cup, this time he only poured a third of a cup.
"Pour a little more, just this much, how can I taste the flavor?"
Bai Suxiang said unceremoniously.
She didn't act like a guest at all; at this moment, she seemed like a child arguing with another child.
"No, I don't know your intentions yet!"
Uncle De refused.
Seeing that Uncle De wasn't pouring more tea, Bai Suxiang simply picked up the teacup and drank it down.
Uncle De's eyes never left her face, as if he was afraid she would say something bad!
But as he thought, Bai Suxiang still said that sentence:
"I said it's not good, you try it!"
"Hmph! Ignorant. Try it if you want, I've been drinking it for decades, has it changed?"
"Hehehe, I was just teasing you! It's delicious, really delicious, are you satisfied now!"
Bai Suxiang said with a chuckle, having conceded to Uncle De.
"Hmph, since you're convinced, it's your good fortune. You can have a few more cups!"
Uncle De said heartily as well.
Now it was Bai Suxiang's turn to be excited: "Really... really?"
Uncle De didn't reply, and directly poured a cup of tea.
With the aroma of tea, Bai Suxiang ate until she was full.
Since she could remember, she had never eaten such a delicious meal or drunk such wonderful tea.
"Uncle De, your teapot looks quite old, can you tell me its story?"
"This has to be traced back to my ancestors..."
This time, Uncle De spoke without any hesitation.
He roughly recounted from his grandfather to his grandson.
According to him, the place called Shamen was once a very famous place.
It had always belonged to their Shu family as a private island.
However, due to reasons in a certain era, it had long been under government management, but their Shu family had priority management rights.
Uncle De's full name was Shu Dehou.
Hearing the surname Shu, Bai Suxiang couldn't help but think of Shu Risheng.
Could they be related?
But Shu Dehou did not mention the names of his children and grandchildren, and when Bai Suxiang asked him, he skillfully changed the subject.
"Hey, what's that?"
Uncle De said, his gaze turning towards Bai Suxiang.
"Where? What is it?"
Bai Suxiang hadn't yet understood what Uncle De was looking at when she saw Uncle De reach out and take a white object from her skirt.
"A note, this is bad!"
Bai Suxiang shouted nervously in her heart, but it was too late, she could only remain silent for the time being and see Uncle De's reaction.
"Oh! In this day and age, there are still girls carrying notes?"
Uncle De said jokingly, while reaching out to open the note.
"This..."
Bai Suxiang grabbed it immediately, she couldn't wait for Uncle De to reveal the truth.
Or perhaps, she was afraid he was not someone she could entrust it to.
"This won't do!"
"Why won't it?"
Now it was Uncle De's turn to be curious.
What could be written on a broken note?
Seeing how nervous Bai Suxiang was, Uncle De became even more intrigued.
Perhaps it was a love letter from some boy, which was why she was desperately trying to stop him from reading it.
"Hehehe, is it some brat pursuing you, so..."
Uncle De said with a smile, pointing at Bai Suxiang with his finger.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone! I'll keep it a secret for you!"
"No, Uncle De, no!"
Bai Suxiang was quite embarrassed.
She had clearly realized that Uncle De thought the note was a love letter.
However, even if it were true, it would be embarrassing to be told to her face; moreover, this was something that should be kept even more secret than a love letter!
"Hehehe!"
Uncle De chuckled, as if he understood Bai Suxiang's words.
However, his hands were not idle, and he snatched the note from Bai Suxiang's hand.
"Let me see!"
Uncle De remembered the joy of snatching other people's love letters and reading them when he was a child, so he didn't bother with so many scruples!
Bai Suxiang wasn't paying attention, and when she missed her grip, Uncle De seized the opportunity and snatched it away.
"This..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Uncle De, who had been smiling all along, lost his smile.
The note had already been unfolded by him.
The creases were clear, and there were several twisted marks.
"Is this note yours?"
After a long while, Uncle De finally spoke.
"Um, no, no, it's..."
"What's coming has come! I knew this day would come sooner or later!"
Before Bai Suxiang could finish speaking, she heard Uncle De murmuring to himself.
Perhaps, this note was indeed not ordinary.
Fang Xiaoxia was waiting for it to save her life, while Shu Dehou seemed to see an irresistible force.
"Where is the person who wrote it? Take me to see them!"