Hardworking and Passionate

Old Master Jiang didn't feel sorry at all.

He felt that he had made the right choice by coming to Song Qingyou today.

The two of them chatted about the tea leaves for almost an hour.

The old man was more and more convinced of Song Qingyou.

"The pot of tea I took out is not good. You should have other teas to recommend…"

"I don't know much about this."

Old Master Jiang was speechless.

Just now, she was still talking about tea leaves with confidence, and now she said she didn't understand. Wasn't this fooling the old man?

Song Qingyou looked at his expression and knew that the old man didn't believe her.

But she wasn't lying.

Now that she was short of money, she really didn't have the time to look for good tea.

However-

"Nowadays, most of the tea leaves are processed mechanically. I rarely come across hand-processed tea leaves."