"I don''t care about this." After talking, Huo Bufan turned to the old guard, took out a paper bag from the bag and handed it to him. He said, "when we first meet, it''s hand-made ginger tea, which is good for the elderly. A little gift is no respect. "

    The old gatekeeper was stunned. Obviously, he didn''t expect Huo Bufan to prepare a gift for him when he came to the door for the first time. Although it is not expensive, it is obviously sent according to the needs of the elderly.

    Not to mention anything else, just this intention made the old guard''s impression of him particularly good.

    Smiling, he took ginger tea. The old guard nodded and said, "good boy, good boy..."

    He''s just an ordinary doorman. He doesn''t have much knowledge and doesn''t pay attention to any routine.

    Think a person is good, that is good, even praise, also appears so simple.

    Huo Bufan smiled and said, "although ginger tea is good, it''s easy to get angry when you drink too much. Take it easy."

    "Know, know." The old doorman narrowed his eyes and smiled.

    Next to Wang Hanyi, who doesn''t know that the gatekeeper of Zhao Yong''an''s family is an ordinary university gatekeeper, who has no background and ability. With such people, you are both giving gifts and caring. You really have nothing to do.

    Although Huo Jiaming has similar ideas, at the same time, he still has a strange feeling in his mind.

    This scene, how does it feel like I''ve seen it somewhere?

    In other words, the man''s way of doing things and his tone of voice make him have a strange sense of familiarity.

    Before Huo Jiaming could figure it out, Zhao Yongan had come from the vegetable field.

    Whether Zhao Yongan himself or Tang Shiming with a sickle behind him, there is some mud on his body.

    They pulled weeds and dug pits in the field early in the morning. The old man wanted to order more tomatoes and eat them cold later.

    While taking the towel from Tang Shiming to wipe his hands, Zhao Yongan smiled and said to Huo Bufan, "come."

    "Good morning, old man." Huo Bufan greeted me sincerely.

    Huo Jiaming and Wang Hanyi also hurriedly greeted each other. Zhao Yongan looked at them and dealt with them at will.

    At this time, the old gatekeeper raised the ginger tea in his hand and said in a show off tone, "this young man brought me ginger tea and will make you a cup later."

    "You old boy, still show off with me?" Zhao Yongan smiled and scolded, then looked at Huo Bufan and said, "it''s very good. I know that I respect the elderly and am very polite. But since you brought him a present, what about mine? First, let me be satisfied and stay for lunch. I''m not satisfied. I won''t let you drink tea. "

    Speaking like this, Zhao Yongan''s eyes are full of praise.

    He knew very well that none of the people who came home could look down on the old guard. I am an old man from an ordinary background. I speak and do things no different from the real bottom.

    Over the years, few people brought him gifts when they first came to the door.

    In the past, the hope star of the Huo family was one. Now, there is another.

    Huo Bufan smiled, handed over the book in his hand and said, "I''ve chosen it for a long time. I think it''s very suitable for you."

    Zhao Yongan took it over and looked at it. Then he was stunned. After a few seconds, he laughed and said, "you boy, it''s really interesting. Go in and have tea! "

    Huo Jiaming and Wang Hanyi could see clearly that it was a recipe. It looked very ordinary and nothing special.

    But such a recipe makes Zhao Yongan so happy. They are really confused.

    Although Tang Shiming was surprised, he looked at Huo Bufan with silk appreciation.

    This young man is still very smart.

    What kind of books have you never read for people like Zhao Yongan?

    Even if you get a world-class copy, he may not necessarily like it.

    Huo Bufan found another shortcut and bought him a recipe.

    It seems very general. In fact, at Zhao Yongan''s age, his wife and children are all lost. How much more can he pursue life?

    It''s nothing more than eating and drinking, staring at your legs, burying the loess, and saying goodbye to the world.

    For people who don''t have many ideas, their needs are so simple. The most simple thing is what they need most.

    Huo Bufan saw through the hearts of the people and fundamentally solved the problem.

    Facts have proved that the recipe he bought is quite to Zhao Yongan''s appetite.

    Through the path paved with broken stones, Zhao Yongan constantly introduces the flowers along the way like Huo Bufan.

    It can be seen that he is very fond of these flowers and plants and speaks clearly.

    Huo Bufan occasionally said that he was still listening and didn''t take the initiative to agree with him about these trivial things.

    Old people like to be wordy, which is caused by age. Sometimes they don''t need you to talk together, but just need someone to listen.

    And Huo Bufan did it well.

    So that when he entered the house, Zhao Yongan was very satisfied and said, "for so long, I still feel most comfortable talking to you."

    Huo Bufan took the tea set from Tang Shiming with a smile and said, "just feel comfortable. Sit down and have a rest. I''ll make tea."

    "OK, you can soak it." Zhao Yongan sat at the table with great interest. Turning to see Huo Jiaming and Wang Hanyi, he waved and said, "you two also come and taste his tea together. If it''s good to drink, praise it. If it''s bad to drink, pour it on his face and waste my good tea. "

    This is purely a joke, and there are not many people who can make Zhao Yongan joke like this.

    Strictly speaking, he and Huo Bufan only met for the second time, but the relationship seemed to be someone familiar for a long time. Even Tang Shiming was surprised.

    Huo Bufan''s every move fits Zhao Yongan''s heart very much. He is like a roundworm in the old man''s stomach. He knows what kind of result he wants to see most.

    Huo Jiaming and Wang Hanyi sat down and watched Huo Bufan skillfully wash, make and divide tea.

    Tea making is very particular. Many people have been studying this all their lives. Now many local teahouses are also implementing the real ancient way of making tea.

    For people with leisure and elegance, drinking tea like this is very interesting. For ordinary people, it is a waste of time.

    Most people are still more used to pinching a pinch of tea in a thermos cup. No matter how much hot water he has, he''ll finish it when it''s full.

    Which is like Huo Bufan, a series of more than ten steps, in good order.

    His movements are elegant. He looks like an old hand who has been immersed for many years. Even Zhao Yongan nods secretly.

    Judging from the skill of making tea, there is nothing wrong with it.

    "Have you studied it before?" Asked Zhao Yongan.

    "It''s not special. A brother likes drinking at home, so he looked for someone to learn for a few days." Huo Bufan said and handed the divided tea cup to Zhao Yongan first.

    Zhao Yongan picked it up, took a shallow SIP and nodded, "it''s good."

    Huo Jiaming also took a cup and tasted it. His eyes brightened slightly.

    Like his father, Huo Jiaming has been nurtured into bookish spirit since childhood and likes these things from ancient times.

    Tasting is one of the few things that can not only please the elders, but also be of high grade.

    The tea brewed by Huo Bufan tastes mellow and full of aftertaste. In the mouth of such a spin, it is full of fragrance, which will not disperse for a long time.

    In addition to the good tea, it also shows that he is very good at making tea.

    Otherwise, no matter how good the tea is, the aroma will weaken a lot.

    "Don''t drink tea so fast. You can taste life slowly." Huo Bufan said casually.

    Huo Jiaming said, "I see."

    As soon as the words were uttered, both of them were slightly stunned.

    This kind of dialogue is what they used to say when drinking tea.

    Because Huo Jiaming always drinks tea quickly, cup after cup, he is often scolded by his uncle as a cow chewing peony.

    Huo Bufan often reminds him in this regard, and Huo Jiaming is trained once and said he knows once. Over time, a habit has been formed.

    This time I drink tea, I repeat the previous process again.

    Huo Bufan immediately calmed down his inner fluctuations. It seemed that Gu Jing had no waves on the surface, while Huo Jiaming looked at him strangely.

    At this moment, he finally remembered why he felt familiar with the scene at the door just now.

    If you remember correctly, when the third brother Huo Bufan brought him to visit Zhao Yongan, it seems that he did the same.

    First, he gave the old guard a small gift and made a good impression on each other.

    Now, when drinking tea, I also talk and answer like when I get along with my third brother.

    If the man''s face and voice were not right in front of him, and the third brother was managing affairs in the family and had no time to come here, Huo Jiaming would think that this man was the brother he admired and feared most.