Tea,
Stir-fried tea!
The moment Master Zheng spoke, Fang Yue understood his objective. It turned out he had his sights set on the stir-fried tea.
However, the secret to stir-fried tea was as thin as a paper window. As long as one knew the key, it wouldn't be difficult to replicate.
'With Hall Master Zheng's status and position, he shouldn't need my opinion to get involved in this business.'
"To answer you, Grandmaster, the stir-fried tea Master Zhang has was a gift from me."
For a moment, Fang Yue couldn't quite grasp the intentions of Hall Master Zheng and Chen Tong, so he simply told the truth.
"Excellent, excellent. To be able to create something as wonderful as stir-fried tea... Yu'Er, you are truly thoughtful," Hall Master Zheng said with a slight smile.
"Oh, and one more thing. I see your skin has become like bronze and iron, Yu'Er. You must have reached Great Success in Skin Polishing."
