Boss Chang hung up the phone, heartbroken.
But before that, he humbly mentioned that there was a batch of fine chenpi in his store, which he would send to Song Tan for a taste.
He just hoped that if she planned to make chenpi, she wouldn't forget him.
He even emphasized repeatedly: "There's a saying, 'An ounce of chenpi is worth an ounce of gold, century-old chenpi is better than gold.'"
"Even if you don't sell it now, keeping it at home for thirty to fifty years is worth it."
"This batch of chenpi is great, 37 years old! I wouldn't take it out unless you asked."
"Don't waste it, have a taste, it's really good."
"If it went to auction and got some operation, my stored 250g could easily sell for over a million."
Song Tan: ...
Forget storing it for thirty to fifty years, just this chenpi… why does it sound fancier than ginseng?
