"Whoa there, my friend. This is some top-grade Da Hong Pao Tea. Judging by the look of it, is this from the mother trees?"
At first, he hadn't been paying much attention, but the moment he saw the tea leaves inside the oil-paper package, Brother Xiaoma cried out in astonishment.
He couldn't help it; the sight was simply too shocking. Da Hong Pao Tea from the mother trees was something that was basically impossible to buy these days.
After all, the leaves from those few mother trees weren't even being harvested anymore.
Therefore, this particular Da Hong Pao Tea had long since gone out of production. As for the ones circulating on the market, they were all, without a doubt, fakes.
Those so-called "top-grade mother tree Da Hong Pao" teas were simply cultivated versions that people put out themselves.
But the tea Fang Chenyi presented was clearly different. His love for the art of tea over many years had allowed Brother Xiaoma to develop a keen eye for tea leaves.
