Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
It was the first time Huo Yao had a taste of getting isolated by her biological family ever since she came back. She picked up her chopsticks and quietly ate while she glanced at the old man occasionally.
She wondered what the liar had told them. He even succeeded in convincing them not to believe her.
After dinner, Huo Yao wanted to go back to her room, but Song Ning made her stay in the living room to chat with the old man.
She did not attempt to make conversation. Instead, she pulled out her phone and played with it.
When her father came over and noticed how she was ignoring the old man, he could not help shaking his head disappointedly.
Huo Jinyan sat down next to the old man. He recalled something and asked him. “Do you like tea?”
Huo Jinyan drank tea every day after dinner, so today was no exception.
Since the old man was an avid tea drinker, his eyes lit up and he nodded. “I do enjoy drinking tea.”
Huo Jinyan stood up. “Hang on. Let me go get the tea set.”
The old man did not refuse the offer. Ever since he left home two days ago, he had not been able to drink his favourite beverage, and was having a hard time getting used to it.
Huo Yao glanced at her father and the liar. She shook her head before turning her back towards them. She continued looking at her phone.
Huo Jinyan walked over to the storeroom which had been fitted with a temperature control system. He looked around at his tea collection. His eyes landed on the Da Hong Pao from Wuyi.
His eyes paused for a few seconds before he picked up the tea, a purple clay teapot, and headed out of the storeroom.
Since the old man was a special guest, he ought to serve the finest tea to him.
Before long, Huo Jinyan came back to the living room with a laden tray.
The old man was clearly surprised to see the purple clay teapot in Huo Jinyan’s hands.
It was a purple clay teapot hailing from the Ming Dynasty. Just a cup alone fetched hundreds of thousands.
The old man gently rapped his hand on his knee as he pondered over the discovery.
“What do you usually drink?” asked Huo Jinyan as he boiled the water.
“I usually drink red tea, green tea, and Wu Long,” said the old man as he smiled.
Although he was already over 80 years old, only his hair was slightly gray, and the wrinkles on his face were not prominent. He had a ruddy complexion, and looked very strong.
“I recently got my hands on some prized Da Hong Pao. Let me open it, so we can try it together,” said Huo Jinyan as he picked up the metal box by his side.
The old man replied with a smile. “Then, I’m in luck today.”
His eyes landed on the box of tea in Huo Jinyan’s hands. He was instantly stunned when he saw that familiar box.
Why did the box look just like the one he used for his Da Hong Pao?
The old man thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, so he automatically rubbed them. When he checked again, it was still the same familiar box.
Back in the day, he had specially commissioned an airtight box for long term storage of the tea after he purchased it at an auction.
It was one of a kind, and there were no imitations available in the market.
Did that mean this box of tea was his?
But he remembered seeing the tea in storage before he left.
Huo Jinyan had taken the tea out, brewed a pot, and offered the first cup to the old man.
A strong aroma of Da Hong Pao wafted in the air.
“Have some,” said Huo Jinyan.
