Chapter 196: Xiao An cannot learn! He will become a bad fox!

"A-Qing... the tea soup of that thing is turbid, we really don't need to drink it, right? Based on An Mou's industry experience, tea soup that is this turbid can only be because there was a problem during the sun-withering process, or it was stir-fried until it exploded."

"Right! If you don't blow up two furnace heads, it's generally impossible to stir-fry such old goods."

Facing the soup spoon handed over by A-Qing, An Sheng complained without hesitation.

Of course, although An Sheng cursed like this, he could understand why this tea could be made so poorly.

People who can spend a lot of money to contract tea fields must be senior practitioners, or senior tea guests. Even if they don't understand the chemical formula principles related to tea making, as well as various microbiology, botany, and geography.

But the simplest point, how to distinguish the quality of a tea through tasting, they definitely know.

Since they know, why can they make it so poorly?

The reason is very simple: they either want to use craft means to make new tea into old-fire tea, which refers to charcoal-fired tea that has undergone deep roasting, but their experiment failed.

Or they are just purely bad, made a special tea for judges that is full of fragrance, and came to mix for a tea competition label.

For such tea, An Sheng didn't even have the desire to take a bite.

【A-Qing master, hurry up and translate! What did Fox master say.】

【From the feeling, it sounds quite dirty.】

【The fox's expression is so human-like...】

When An Sheng started cursing, the viewers in the live broadcast room were suddenly happy. In this half-hour tea tasting journey of the tea competition, nearly thirty thousand viewers had already seen Fox master jump up and curse, and curse while pouting with a small fox face.

But this time, the little fox was raising its paws and patting the tea table to curse. The viewers couldn't understand it and urgently needed Master Qing to translate for them what the fox was calling.

Urgent, urgent, urgent!

We want to see Fox master's latest review.

"Uh..."

A-Qing looked at the densely packed bullet screens and said with an embarrassed expression: "Translation is possible, but the live broadcast room might be banned..."

"Although Xiao An said a lot, his review of this tea consists of two words: 'Bad batch', 'If you give birth to a son, he won't have a valve core; if you give birth to a daughter, she will definitely attract a yellow-haired guy'..."

While A-Qing translated the fox's calls to the live broadcast room, she unobtrusively threw the plastic soup spoon in her hand into the trash can prepared by the competition group, not wanting to try it.

Having already drunk more than twenty kinds of tea, if Xiao An said it was hard to drink, it must be hard to drink, but he had also relatively objectively commented on why the tea soup was hard to drink and why it led to a poor taste.

But this time, the little fox didn't comment at all; he just sniffed it and launched an all-around personal attack.

Under such circumstances, A-Qing very decisively and wittily threw away the spoon containing the tea soup.

"Is it that mysterious? I don't believe it!"

The scene of the tea competition is not as serious as most people think. In the process of tea tasting, basically, official tea artists brew tea at the table, and all tourists and tea guests gather around the table to taste, exchange insights, and then give a score to the tea with the corresponding number.

Tea artists brew more than a dozen competition teas at once, and An Sheng and A-Qing, because of the live broadcast, received special care from the tea artist and often could taste the freshest tea.

A tourist saw this and didn't believe it, only feeling that A-Qing was using the name of a tea-tasting fox to hype herself up there.

A fox knows how to drink tea? Are you joking?

You didn't even drink it, and you recklessly commented that a tea is so hard to drink that it has no value to taste? Are you kidding me!

A girl who can't even understand tea bags can also come to comment on the long-standing Oolong tea?

"..."

The tea artist looked at the tourist who spoke, barely suppressed the corners of his mouth that were gradually rising, calmed his hard-to-hold mood, elegantly handed over the disposable soup spoon for tea tasting, and handed the tea that the little fox had cursed as worthless to the tourist who spoke.

As a professional.

Sometimes, the quality of a tea doesn't need to be tasted to be concluded.

From the tea soup, tea fragrance, and leaf bottom, one can also appreciate a tea.

The leaf bottom of this tea has a greasy feeling, which is clearly not the form that normal tea leaves should have.

After half an hour of contact, the tea artist was very sure that the little fox opposite was definitely a Xia Dong breed, and it really knew a lot about drinking tea.

"Slurp~"

The tourist put the soup spoon to his mouth and "slurped" the tea soup into his mouth, allowing the tea soup to pass through his tongue tip and tongue back, perfectly appreciating the tea flavor.

"Hmm!?"

One sip of tea soup down the throat, the tourist's expression froze, and his eyes gradually widened, as if he had received some kind of shock.

"Friend? What does your expression mean?" Other tea guests gathered at the same table saw this tourist questioning A-Qing's review, didn't speak, and wanted to see what opinions the tourist could say.

But what does his dull expression mean? How is the taste of this tea?

"Numb..."

"Numb tongue? Aren't old-fire Oolong teas all..."

"Numb your neighbor! This dog-shit tea soup is rancid!" The reason the tourist was stunned was not because the tea soup was delicious, but because it went down the throat too fast, and before his taste buds could react, it had already been swallowed into his stomach. He was deeply regretting it!

"Ugh—"

"Happy!"

An Sheng saw the tourist start to gag, happy, and chirped jokingly: "Buddy! I can tell at a glance that you are a tourist who has come to participate in the tea competition for the first time. The so-called tea competition is panning for gold in shit; don't have any beauty filters for tea, especially tea that hasn't been tested by the market."

"Look, it's so delicious that you're gagging to savor the aftertaste, right?"

The tourist was really gagging, and white porridge and salty vegetable foam with little shrimp were spat into the tea bucket.

He now regretted immensely why he didn't believe what the host said and just had to be mouthy and go taste that tea.

Being able to produce such inferior tea leaves really deserves a 'bad batch', or 'giving birth to a son without a valve core'.

"Uncle, you're gagging so hard..."

A-Qing was a little lingering in fear, looking at the soup spoon she had thrown into the trash can.

As the strange smell of vomiting permeated, A-Qing, who originally wanted to continue tasting tea, had to leave early.

"Almost became a live broadcast accident." A-Qing held An Sheng in her arms and said somewhat helplessly to the viewers in the live broadcast room: "Originally, I was prepared to recommend it to everyone after tasting our family's competition tea."

"Everyone should see that all the tea leaves participating in the tea competition are packaged twice uniformly. Except for the tea farmers and tea makers, no one can tell which tea is their own."

"Uh? You ask me how I can tell which one is my own tea? This question is very difficult to explain. I can only say that different teas have different flavors. I have tasted my own tea, so I can distinguish it..."

A-Qing explained to the viewers and took the opportunity to start planting hard advertisements for her own family, advertising for her family's Yin Fu shop. Our family's tea leaves, although it is impossible to suit everyone's taste, at least it is serious.

"Hmm? A-Qing, don't talk yet, I seem to have heard some familiar sounds."

When A-Qing was live broadcasting, An Sheng climbed onto A-Qing's shoulder and hung there, shaking his head and acting cute, or making some funny expressions to maintain the heat of the live broadcast room.

But in the process of shaking his head, An Sheng's pointed triangular ears vaguely heard a series of familiar sounds.

"How could I be a bad person? I just want to send my child to your kindergarten. If you agree to three thousand a week, let's go to the hospital for a physical examination now. If everyone has no problems, we'll settle daily, and the food and accommodation expenses during the period will be on me."

Under the guidance of Xiao An's pointing finger, A-Qing gradually walked to the area on the outskirts of the tea competition.

With just one glance, A-Qing saw Yin Pengfei, who had previously loved Mo Mo to death and was willing to jump into the sea, hugging a tea artist wearing a cheongsam, with a lewd expression of a strange laugh, as if they were talking about something.

"Hiss! It's a scumbag!" After A-Qing saw this scene, she took a deep breath, raised her hand to cover An Sheng's eyes and said: "Xiao An, you can't look, you are not allowed to learn these things, you will become a little bad fox."

"…………"

And Yin Pengfei opposite also clearly saw Yu Xueqing, who was holding a mobile phone and had a fox hanging on her shoulder.

Yin Pengfei's whole body stiffened, and his eyes slowly widened.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 197 =====