"This... it's really a ten-pound Tianxiang Sang Ming! It's like a fake one!" An old man's voice was particularly loud.

Hearing this, everyone gathered around. When they saw that the tea leaves in the bag were almost the same as the 100 grams of Tianxiang Sangming I had seen before, the sound of breathing was endless.

"......" It blinded everyone's eyes!

"Is there really ten kilograms of Tianxiang Sang Ming?"

Lan Qiong's grandfather thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes and looked closely, and his expression became inexplicably excited.

He quickly looked at Mr. Qin and said, "Old Qin, give me some tea later, but it's ten kilograms!"

Old Master Qin had not recovered for a long time, and his eyes were staring at the large bag of tea and murmured: "Is this really a gift for Qin?"

I really prepared ten kilograms of Tianxiang Sang Ming for him? I can't imagine it!

Mr. Mo took everyone's expressions and felt better and hurriedly said, "This is the gift for you, Mr. Qin. The packaging is a bit simple. I hope Mr. Qin will not be surprised."

"No, no, of course it's not strange!"

Mr. Qin was so happy that he was about to take off. He quickly threw away the box of small tea leaves in his hand. Without saying a word, he picked up the big bag of tea leaves and hugged it in his arms like a treasure.

Mom, this is a full ten kilogram of Tianxiang Sang Ming, which has been enough for him to drink for a long time!

The old men were so envious and jealous that they begged: "Old Qin, just share a little bit, just a little bit, anyway, you have so many."

"No matter how you don't know! All of these are mine!"

Mr. Qin waved his hand, and he was so proud.

On the other hand, Mr. Lin was as stupid as a chicken, and his face was extremely difficult to see!

"This... how is this possible?" He couldn't believe it even though he died, he actually had ten kilograms of Tianxiang Sang Ming.

When he thought of the bet just now, Mr. Lin felt a moment of dizziness and staggering, and when he was about to fall, he was supported by Lin Xiyan and Lin Lei in time.

"Grandpa, are you okay?" Lin Xiyan asked nervously.

Jiang Sa's voice rang out: "Old Lin, are you willing to accept the loss?"

"I, I... My heart disease seems to have a sudden outbreak. Xiyan quickly helps me back."

Mr. Lin suddenly covered the position of his heart, his face pale and breathless, as if he was feeling uncomfortable.

However, Jiang Sa could see at a glance that he was pretending, and his eyes suddenly turned cold and he stepped forward without any mercy to stop the person.

"Old Lin, please make sure to fulfill your bet before leaving." Jiang Sa refused.

"Didn't you see my grandfather's heart disease recurrence? If it delays my grandfather's condition, you can't afford it!" Lin Xiyan scolded coldly.

Lin Lei also said angrily: "Stupid girl, get out of here! Don't go too far!"

"His heart disease recurrence? It's so serious? I just happened to understand a little bit of the art of Ching. I'll help the old man take a look."

Jiang Sa suddenly took a step forward, raised his foot suddenly, and stepped on the old man's right foot without any mercy.

"ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, Mr. Lin, who was originally "half-dead", jumped around in an instant, how could he look like a patient with a relapse of heart disease?

"Oh, it turns out that he is pretending?" Jiang Sa smiled and mocked.

"You stinky girl!"

Mr. Lin grinned, and his old face instantly turned red, which was really ruined.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lin squatted down, so that it's like a stool, so my grandfather can sit on it."
Chapter completed!