Chapter 569

In fact, Lin Cheng’s act of passing the eighth evaluation of the Blacksmith Guild and becoming the empire's fourth eighth-rank blacksmith, accompanied by President Holder and the elders, had already made him famous overnight.

It was just that this news hadn't been made public yet. He believed that before long, the whole country would know that Lin Cheng had become the empire's fourth eighth-rank blacksmith.

"So you're staying at the Flying Fox Restaurant." President Holder and the others acted as if they had a sudden realization. In fact, they hadn't heard of the Flying Fox Restaurant; they only knew a few top-tier large restaurants in the fortress cities.

But this didn't affect the blacksmiths below from boasting about the various outstanding features of the Flying Fox Restaurant. Being chosen by Master Lin Cheng at a glance, it must have its extraordinary aspects.

Lin Cheng laughed dryly on the side, not knowing whether he should expose it. He was now experiencing the feeling of being blindly chased by fans; even if they didn't understand anything, it didn't prevent them from flattering him.

By the time Lin Cheng was surrounded by this group of people and returned to the Flying Fox Restaurant, he had inadvertently brought a big business to the Flying Fox Restaurant.

After only one day of recruitment, the Flying Fox Restaurant had naturally recovered some popularity, and the various personnel in the kitchen and lobby were barely complete.

Sister Zhang had thought it would take a month to gradually return to the previous level of busyness, so she had prepared for a month of losses. As a result, she didn't expect such a large group of people to come at dinner time.

A preliminary estimate was that there were no less than a hundred people.

Seeing the blacksmith badges embedded on their chests, she knew they were members of the Blacksmith Guild. Sister Zhang was still wondering why these big figures would descend upon her small shop when she suddenly saw Lin Cheng and President Holder and the other elders.

These even bigger figures walked in chatting and laughing. The badges on their chests representing sixth, seventh, and eighth-rank blacksmiths gave Sister Zhang a fright.

These high-rank blacksmiths were the real big figures in Rock Fortress City!

Now Sister Zhang understood.

It turned out Lin Cheng had brought them to patronize her restaurant. She couldn't help but feel her favor for Lin Cheng increase. The Flying Fox Restaurant had just revived, and to have such a large group of big figures visit was undoubtedly the best promotion for the restaurant.

Even if she earned a little less on this meal, she had to serve these masters well, so she immediately ordered the people below to be respectful and polite to these blacksmiths.

On this side, Sister Zhang had just arranged Lin Cheng and President Holder and the others in the top private room on the third floor. Lin Cheng also found Sister Zhang outside the room, took out the green tea he had collected, and asked Sister Zhang to serve a pot of boiling water to each table before serving the dishes, putting some tea leaves in it.

Although Sister Zhang didn't know what these fragrant leaves were?

But she knew they must be good things, so she immediately followed suit.

Before the official dishes were served, Sister Zhang served a pot of tea to each table according to Lin Cheng’s instructions. The blacksmiths were also wondering what was so special about this Flying Fox Restaurant.

Then they saw the waiter serve a pot of tea, with a cup of tea for each person. The tea soup was clear to the bottom, with fully expanded tea leaves floating on it.

Accompanied by the rising steam, a strange, faint tea fragrance permeated the air. The blacksmiths who smelled it were all refreshed, their eyes lighting up, feeling that this was a good thing.

Immediately, the blacksmiths sitting around drank the tea in one gulp. One pot wasn't enough, and they hurriedly called the waiter to add water.

Inside the third-floor private room.

Lin Cheng, President Holder, the vice president, and seven elders, ten people sat around a round table, and Sister Zhang served the tea herself.

The president and the others were quite curious at first, but when Sister Zhang poured a cup of tea for everyone, and the tea fragrance filled the entire room.

The expressions of the president and the elders changed one after another.

"This fragrance... I didn't expect such a small restaurant to actually have imperial tribute tea!" An elder picked up the teacup, deeply sniffing the familiar yet strange tea fragrance, and only after his furrowed brows gradually relaxed did he drink the tea in the cup in one gulp.

The familiar taste quickly permeated his mouth, and he revealed a nostalgic smile.

"Yes, I was fortunate enough to taste it once with President Holder at the City Lord's place back then, and I couldn't forget the taste of the tribute tea."

"Not bad, not bad. It's delicate and long-lasting on the palate, leaving a lingering fragrance. It truly is imperial tribute tea!"

"Are these tea leaves very precious?"

The elders' unanimous praise for the tea made Lin Cheng somewhat puzzled.

From the information he got from their mouths, he shouldn't be the first inventor of tea leaves. Before him, someone had already discovered the true effect of tea leaves, but the yield was very low.

It was even connected to the royal family and became the imperial tribute tea offered every year!

"Precious? It's said that the annual yield is extremely scarce. Most of it is provided to the royal family, and the remaining share can't even leave the imperial capital. Even President Holder can't get a share." An elder complained. No, that tone wasn't just complaining; it was love-hate for the tea.

The taste of the tea made him unable to forget it for the rest of his life, but the hateful thing was that he knew this rare object existed but couldn't get it at all.

How could he not hate it?

"Haha, since the president and the elders like the tea so much, I'll give some to everyone."