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Li Ruobing thought about it secretly, and gradually felt relieved.

It's luck to get hit twice, and it's not bad to get hit twice.

One after another, double guessed.

This is real strength.

But what is this guy talking about?

The seven-year-old Dahongpao doesn't taste very good?

This is the best tea that he has worked so hard to get.

Oh, boy, do you think this tea is not very good?

Isn't this hitting me in the face?

Li Ruobing chuckled, showing disapproval.

"Xiao Cao, what do you mean, have you ever had better tea before?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Cao Feng's mouth.

"To be honest, my uncle has several jars of ten-year-old Dahongpao. When I was young, he often gave it to me."

Cao Feng's words were not lying.

His uncle likes drinking tea and doing strange things.

However, he was still young at the time and didn't know much about tea tasting.

I thought it was some ordinary tea.

Cao Feng still remembers that he couldn't sleep all night after drinking tea.

Sing with eyes open in the house.

Angrily, the mother held a bamboo, pressed the uncle to the ground, and slapped him hard.

Since then, his uncle has done nothing more.

You can drink similar tea here at Li Huiju.

Cao Feng suddenly realized.

The leaf he once drank turned out to be Dahongpao?

No wonder my uncle boasted that it was a good product for ten years.

I don't know where his uncle got it from.

Li Huiju, who was sitting on the sofa, was also taken aback.

Ten years of Dahongpao?

Did he hear it wrong?

Or, is this kid talking big?

A seven-year Dahongpao is already very rare, how could his uncle's family have a ten-year one?Still drink often?

As long as he's not lying.

This can only mean one thing.

Sure enough, as my daughter said.

Is this kid the son of a rich man in Kyoto, or the nephew of a rich man?

When Li Huiju reacted, his expression became ugly.

He thought it over several times.

The mouth opens and closes.

This kid is really weird.

Still have to try it out.

Finally, Li Huiju thought about his words, and his voice gradually became serious.

"Xiao Cao, tea art and calligraphy and painting are a kind of knowledge. Your tea art is so good, and calligraphy and painting must also be good. What do you think of this painting in my living room?"

As Li Huiju said, he pointed at the "Eight Horses" on the wall.

Cao Feng was stunned for a moment.

But when he looked up at the painting that Li Huiju was pointing at, he was very happy.

Yo!

How is it so coincidental?

His uncle had it too!

It looks exactly like that painting!

When he was a child, he often drew on it!!

Li Huiju pointed to the picture of eight horses on the wall, and introduced it proudly.

"This painting is Master Xu's painting. It took me a whole day to get it."

"Master Xu!"

Cao Feng is well aware of this.

Master Xu is good at drawing horses, and Master Qi is good at drawing shrimps.

Both of them are outstanding in Chinese painting.

When he was a child, his mother bought a picture of Basu and nailed it to the wall.

It only cost two yuan.

Cao Feng held his chin, looked up at the painting of "Eight Horses", with a smile on his face.

The painting takes up half of the wall.

The eight horses are vivid, energetic and energetic.

Exactly the same as the one his uncle kept in the house.

Cao Feng knew nothing about painting.

If I must say...

How to say this?

Seems to be true.

Seeing Cao Feng's blank face.

Li Huiju's eyes lit up, and he looked smug.

This kid is actually showing off his ten-year red robe here.

Hey!

Li Huiju was very dissatisfied with this.

You have tea, I have paintings.

Li Huiju has always been very proud of being able to obtain the collection of "Eight Steeds".

Since ancient times, the map of eight steeds has been drawn by many masters.

The most famous one is the painting by Master Xu.

The horses he painted are unique in the painting world, and no one can match them.

Isn't this guy bragging about how much tea he has at home?

Then, he took out the "Picture of Eight Steeds" to see what this kid is capable of.

Li Huiju looked smug.

In fact, his daughter never told him that Cao Feng knew how to paint.

He just wanted to suppress this kid's arrogance.

Li Huiju felt that this was a good opportunity.

Since he is a child of everyone, it is indispensable to come into contact with these calligraphy and paintings on weekdays.

It may also be a coincidence that he knows tea art.

Admire the paintings.

He doesn't believe it, this guy can talk nonsense?

At that time, his little tail will be exposed.

I'd like to see if this kid can still act aggressive.

Li Huiju's eyes lit up.

He smiled and asked: "Xiao Cao, I think you should have a good opinion after observing for so long? How about we talk about it?"

Cao Feng was watching intently, when he was suddenly taken aback by Li Huiju's words.

How could he have a good opinion?

How is this a comment?

The reason why he was so focused just now was because Cao Feng always felt a little familiar when he looked at the painting.

When he saw "The Picture of Eight Steeds", he was completely stunned.

Cao Feng had only one thought in his mind: very similar!They are exactly the same!

Not only are the styles similar, but even the strokes and shades are exactly the same, similar to copying and pasting.

Isn't this the "Eight Horses" hanging in the room of my uncle's house?

So when he saw the painting, he felt that the lines were all the same.

But how could he say such things to his future father-in-law?

Said, he is dead.

Under the persecution of his future father-in-law, Cao Feng could only delay.

"Uncle, this painting is really good, even if it's hanging on the wall, I can't see it clearly."

"Why don't you let me watch it for a while?"

Cao Feng's palms were covered with cold sweat when he looked at it.

He glanced furtively at his watch.

It is already twelve noon.

Haven't eaten yet?

Why hasn't Li Ruobing come here for so long?

If he doesn't eat anymore, he will show his feet.

He seemed to know what Cao Feng was thinking.

Li Huiju didn't let him delay at all.

"Didn't see clearly? This is simple!"

Li Huiju waved his hand and shouted to the people outside.

"Mother Liu, your name is Lao Zhao, go and get this painting for me."

"By the way, there are also my appreciation tools!"

Cao Feng was dumbfounded.

What the hell!

Dead.

What kind of work of art is this?

How can I possibly use these things?

Don't use your eyes to see, there is a fart!

This made him very embarrassed.

there.

in the kitchen.

At this moment, I heard movement in the living room.

Li Ruobing suddenly panicked.

Sounds like a lot of movement?

Is it...

Did her father have a conflict with Cao Feng?

How could Li Ruobing control so much, he threw away the half-washed food, turned around and left.

He snatched the fruit from his mother's hand, turned around and walked out.

As soon as he walked into the living room, Li Ruobing saw the scene in front of him.