「The next day, in the afternoon.」
Since Sunday was his only day off, Su Zhuyun had a rare day at home from work.
The three of them gathered at home for a cozy milk tea session.
"Mmm~ This milk tea and these flower pastries are actually pretty good. Delicious!" Chen Shufen leaned back on the sofa, a cup of milk tea in one hand and a flower pastry in the other, savoring every bite.
Meanwhile, Su Zhuyun, who was beside them, felt a pang of regret. He looked at the tea leaves Su Chen had discarded in the trash and smacked his lips.
"Xiaochen, isn’t it a bit of a waste to use such good tea for milk tea? How about you save some for me to drink?"
Seeing his father’s pained expression, Su Chen was a bit baffled.
"What’s wrong, Dad? This tea didn’t cost much. Why do you look so pained?"
At this question, Su Zhuyun perked up. He cleared his throat, pointed at the tea leaves in the trash can, and said, "This is a black tea from Yunnan Province. Judging by the quality, it must be from the first harvest of the year. Even after being boiled, it gives off a faint aroma of grass and wood. It’s a top-grade Dianhong tea. On the market, it’s worth several hundred!"
"Look at you... look how much tea you used for just a little milk tea. The stuff I usually drink costs a few dozen yuan a pound. How could I not be pained by this?"
Su Chen was taken aback. He had only a superficial understanding of tea, knowing only whether it tasted good or not. If you were to ask him about tea varieties, Su Chen would admit he only knew of black tea, green tea, dark tea, and white tea!
"Ahem... Dad, there are still several pounds of this tea in the storage cabinet. If you like it, just take it!"
Hearing this, Su Zhuyun shot up from the sofa and strode toward the storage cabinet, muttering...
"You little rascal, you don’t know how to appreciate the good things in life! How could you put such precious tea in a utility cabinet!"
Soon enough, Su Zhuyun returned carrying a large bag with a smug look on his face. He’d found some small, resealable plastic baggies from somewhere and was portioning the tea out, one bag at a time.
Watching his dad’s meticulous work, Su Chen leaned over to Chen Shufen and whispered, "Mom, what’s Dad doing? You don’t need to be this elaborate just to store tea, do you?"
Chen Shufen glanced at the gleeful Su Zhuyun. "Store it? He’s packing it up to show off at work. The guys in his motorcade all love tea. Just imagine when your dad pulls out this premium stuff... tsk, tsk, tsk..."
Su Chen instantly pictured the scene in his mind: a crowd of people gathered around Su Zhuyun, all eagerly saying, "Brother Su, let me try some of that good tea of yours!"
He could imagine how satisfying that would feel just by thinking about it.
Su Chen glanced at Su Zhuyun, who was busy bagging the tea, and thought to himself, ’I didn’t expect Dad to be into this sort of thing.’
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Hearing the knock, Su Chen figured it must be his second and third uncles. He quickly got up and went to the door.
CLICK.
The door opened, and two somewhat weather-beaten faces appeared before him.
"Second Uncle, Third Uncle!"
Su Zhiqi and Su Zhixin were also taken aback. They hadn’t expected Su Chen to be the one to open the door.
"Xiaochen, what are you doing home? Weren’t you in Shanghai? When did you get back?" Second Uncle Su Zhiqi asked, his face full of confusion.
Meanwhile, Su Zhixin, who was standing behind him, had a flash of surprise in his eyes when he saw Su Chen.
"I just got back yesterday!" Su Chen said with a smile.
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