Chapter 181: Streamers, Streamers, We Want to Drink Yan Tea

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Because the tea competition was being held in Zhangxizhen, Old Chen, as village chief, along with other village committee members, had been busy patrolling the competition grounds to maintain order and prevent possible crowd crushes.

When Old Chen heard Yu Xueqing call his name, he instinctively took a step forward, ready to go ask what she wanted.

But then Old Chen suddenly remembered he had no close connection with Yu Xueqing—why would she suddenly point at him out of nowhere?

In this matter, Old Chen felt Fuli Lao Ye must be behind it all.

"This must be some kind of trouble he's gotten me into—so he's just pushing me out as a shield," Old Chen forced a smile on his face and turned away as if he hadn't heard.

Meanwhile, over at Yu Xueqing's side.

She had just squeezed out from the crowd around the tea stall, holding her nearly-fainted Fuli, and after calming her little fox, turned her attention back to the livestream.

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In the livestream, after Mo Yiqing had just thrown twenty rounds of Note No. into the chat, the stream had already climbed to #1 on the morning outdoor livestream category leaderboard.

What had been sparse comments now became extremely dense, especially after An Sheng's recent tea-mixing demo, leaving many viewers with clear eyes and full faces of confusion.

Tea mixing and pairing is extremely niche.

Not just viewers unfamiliar with tea—even ordinary tea drinkers might never have seen it.

Like Lipton: you can say its tea bags taste awful, or mock it for being stingy, always using cheap Indian black tea as base—but Lipton, sitting at the bottom of the tea hierarchy,

is precisely the goal many tea companies want to reach; its ability to maintain consistently awful standardization involves real technical skill. This kind of tea mainly targets milk tea shops and cold drink vendors—all require blending to become palatable.

What An Sheng just demonstrated was flavored tea: using different varieties of the same tea type, or blending other teas, to create a properly balanced brew through technical adjustment.

"Don't go spouting nonsense in the livestream—I'm showing you real craftsmanship from honest merchants, letting you experience tea worth three or five hundred yuan per liang for just a few dozen yuan."

"If I were a shady merchant, I'd just dump in a spoonful of Three Flowers cream and a handful of flavoring, and turn a Lipton tea bag into a flavor that mimics Zhengyan Da Hong Pao."

"Cost nine jiao three fen, sell you ninety-eight thousand yuan—you'd still come here happily thanking me!"

An Sheng, perched on Yu Xueqing's shoulder, saw comments in the chat claiming this was exposing food safety issues.

He rolled his eyes and complained to Yu Xueqing about the absurdity of the viewers' nonsense.

This is my livestream—I'd never show you anything sketchy!

"Is this even a food safety issue? I think before An Sheng mixed it, that tea was barely fit for the fridge to absorb odors at nine yuan nine jiao—but after mixing, it reached the standard of a normal Tieguanyin."

"Hmm," Yu Xueqing thought for a moment and said, "I remember our Zhangxizhen's deeply roasted Tieguanyin—the so-called strong-aroma type—costs nearly three hundred yuan per jin. Even our family's wholesale price for the real stuff is around one hundred eighty or two hundred yuan?"

"For nine yuan nine jiao to experience tea that normally sells for two hundred yuan, the value is off the charts."

Yu Xueqing sensed the chat's topic had shifted from cute pets to food safety concerns.

She couldn't help but explain: How could tea that passed pesticide residue tests and met national production standards suddenly turn into poison just because it was diluted?

Even though Yu Xueqing was a bit naive, she understood how serious and volatile this topic could be.

"Yu Xueqing! Our deeply roasted Tieguanyin's lowest cost is two hundred sixty yuan per jin! Where did you get one hundred eighty?! Don't spread false prices in the livestream!"

"Go away! Go play next door!" Yu Zhenghong, who had been resting while drinking tea, saw Yu Xueqing spouting nonsense in the livestream and jumped up, rushing offline to scold her properly.

Deeply roasted Tieguanyin is currently out of stock—we bought ours at just over one hundred ninety yuan, but you idiot, how can you confuse purchase price with cost?

The tea shop's storefront is rented by your father!

Water and electricity are commercial rates, and when you add in your parents' wages, that's the real cost.

If you were talking about light-aroma Tieguanyin, you could sell it for twenty or thirty yuan easily—but this is traditional deeply roasted!

【666! Female streamer got shut down for real!】

【Panic! Streamer, quick! Before your dad notices, list the link—I'll be the middleman.】

Yu Xueqing's livestream audience was mixed: some came from the pet-lover circle for the fox, some were tea enthusiasts drawn by tea culture, and nine out of ten were tourists.

Some viewers who originally didn't understand now grasped why the old man was panicking, thanks to explanations from veteran tea drinkers in the comments.

Selling a jin at a loss of dozens of yuan—even losing money on shipping—who wouldn't panic?

"Cough cough cough"

Yu Xueqing, embarrassed, turned around and raised her phone again to address the livestream audience:

"My family runs a tea shop, but I'm usually at school and don't know prices—I made a joke. But my dad says we'll list ten jin of deeply roasted Tieguanyin in the shop soon, sold at nine yuan nine jiao with shipping, so everyone can try Tieguanyin."

"Oh! My dad also said that if I taste any good tea at the tea competition, he'll list the same kind in the shop at nine yuan nine jiao."

"If you're interested, please follow our Yinfu Shop. And if you plan to buy tea, pay attention to whether it's for personal drinking or gifting."

"For personal drinking, buy the paper bag packs—they're bulkier. For gifting, buy the gift boxes—they're prettier but contain thirty to a hundred grams less, which is the packaging fee."

Yu Xueqing relayed her father's words to the livestream.

Yu Zhenghong had only come to correct Yu Xueqing's wording, but now he saw the livestream comments mocking him as a desperate, greedy merchant.

The blood of Xia Dong's ancestors stirred—he supported Yu Xueqing's livestream in grand style, sending gifts generously.

"Ha!"

"Yu Xueqing, wanna see your dad go all-in? If you want to see it, let's head right—those stalls are all Zhengyan tea, costing a thousand or two per liang. With your dad's pride, he'd take out a loan to give it away."

An Sheng grinned mischievously, goading Yu Xueqing into mischief.

Yan tea is the common name for oolong tea.

But not all oolong tea is Yan tea; Yan tea specifically refers only to oolong tea produced in the Da Hong Pao region and its surrounding areas.

In oolong tea competitions, Yan tea is not included, and no Yan tea producers enter the contest.

In a tea competition, tea farmers must submit three to thirteen jin of tea as consumption samples.

Thirteen jin of Yan tea—even at the lowest marginal Ban Yan cost—would already reach twenty thousand yuan.

And given Yan tea's reputation, it doesn't need a regular tea competition to boost its value; tea farmers aren't fools.

"An Sheng wants to drink Yan tea?" Yu Xueqing asked. Yu Zhenghong, who had just turned to leave, froze in place.

Yu Zhenghong's pupils dilated in shock—he spun around, staring at Yu Xueqing with utter disbelief and suffocating horror.

The entire scene of the old man's stunned pupils was captured perfectly by the livestream tea drinkers, who burst out laughing.

As they laughed, they also took the chance to explain to everyone what Zhengyan tea and Ban Yan tea were.

Zhengyan = entry-level three to five thousand yuan; top-tier is tea from the mother Da Hong Pao trees—twenty grams worth over two hundred thousand yuan.

Ban Yan = minimum eight to nine hundred yuan; prices reach several thousand yuan.

With the help of enthusiastic tea lovers' explanations, the livestream tourists also burst into laughter, urging Yu Xueqing to go drink Yan tea.

In their entire lives, none of them had ever drunk tea worth ten or twenty thousand yuan—they all wanted to see what it was like.

(End of chapter)