"I don't want your eggs." Su Han sighed helplessly, glancing at Old Zhang, "Am I that kind of person? Even if I pluck wool, I can't always pluck just from you."
Old Zhang's mouth twitched, "Then Mr. Su, you came here for..."
Su Han chuckled, shaking the bag in his hand, said deliberately, "Isn't this a batch of good tea leaves I got from Old Yang? I thought since you like tea, I'd bring some over. Judging by your expression, you don't seem to appreciate it. Maybe I should just keep it for myself."
Saying this, he turned to leave. Old Zhang hurriedly stepped forward, stopping Su Han and snatched the bag from his hand, afraid Su Han might actually leave. "How could I let you take back something you've given away?"
Opening the bag, Old Zhang's eyes immediately lit up, "Oh my, Maitian Tender Buds, new tea! I do appreciate it!"
Without any courtesy, Old Zhang immediately took the tea leaves into his house, ensuring Su Han couldn't take them away.
