"Silly girl, your elbows are turned outward before you get married. Go quickly and help dad. Mom hasn't eaten your cooking for a long time." Liu Ma laughed and scolded.

"Well, Mom, please don't make things difficult for me." Liu An shook her mother's arm and acted coquettishly.

"Yeah, let's go, I'll chat with him about tea and the tea headquarters!" Liu Ma gently patted the back of Liu An's white hand.

"Then I'll go, Zhang Yang, my mother is a master of tea ceremony, you two can learn from each other."

Liu An stood up and winked at Zhang Yang, hinting to Zhang Yang not to talk nonsense and just talk about tea. Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly.

"Zhang Yang, tell me, can this tea be eaten as food?" Liu Ma asked after seeing Liu An enter the kitchen.

"Well... you can't. Drinking tea is just a kind of fun and a spiritual enjoyment."

"Yes, that's very true. To put it bluntly, drinking tea is just a set of theoretical knowledge that a group of idle people have figured out when they are bored. When there is no food to eat or clothes to wear, who cares about what tea to drink? When you are thirsty, you have saliva.

Drinking wine is good, so no matter how thorough you study the tea ceremony, it cannot replace bread..."

"..." Zhang Yang was speechless again. Zhang Yang couldn't help but admire Liu Ma's clever words. A person who likes tea came up with such a theory. He was really not an ordinary philistine. It seems that today's test is just the beginning.

, the road is long and long...

"Can you support my family, Liu An?" Liu's mother got to the point.

"There should be no problem..."

"I heard from Liu An that you have a private car?"

"Well, something happened to the driver last night. He was injured, so he didn't drive. I don't have a driver's license, so I took a taxi here."

"What kind of car is it?" Liu Ma frowned.

"BMW."

"What model?" Liu Ma's eyes already had a hint of anger.

"L series BMW." Zhang Yang knew that Liu Ma didn't believe it, so he could only say it bravely. This was agreed upon with Liu An. However, Liu An didn't let him say BMW, but just asked him to say a mid-range car casually.

"How much?"

"...I...I don't know..." Zhang Yang was stunned and suddenly got stuck.

"You don't know the price of your car?" Liu Ma's anger turned into sarcasm.

"It was given to me by a friend..." Zhang Yang had a very uncomfortable feeling. He obviously had money, but he still had to pretend to have money. It was clear that what he said was true, but others just didn't believe it. This was a kind of spiritual feeling.

torture.

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Chapter completed!