However, when he looked at the two guards standing under the steps, and the third uncle who was sitting on the rattan chair at the door in the distance, he knew that he was worrying for nothing. These two people probably used this kind of confrontation as fun, and even their subordinates had already turned a blind eye.

When the quarrel was so intense, he heard Uncle Yu sneer, "A man surnamed Yang, don't you always praise yourself for your unique tea skills in the world? Don't you always feel that your tea ceremony is superb and unparalleled? Tell you, this child beside me is just a distant nephew. He just went to college and studied tea ceremony with me for two days, and now he is a hundred times better than you. You are not even worthy of carrying shoes for him in front of him."

As soon as he heard this, Liang Chen felt a deep heart and he secretly called out "Not good".

I was about to take a walk around and avoid the limelight. But it was too late. Yang Zhongyong suddenly turned around and stared at Liang Chen with a fierce look, "He? A little baby with a stinky breast, can you understand nothing? When I was tasting tea, his parents were playing with mud with urine."

Although excited, it was a bit too much to say this. Liang Chen, who was about to take his time off, looked down immediately. He stared at Yang Zhongyong, stared at him coldly, and did not speak.

"Oh, you little bastard, you are really a big or small one. How dare you look at me like this? Yu Zhanyuan, are you the children you taught? Are you so angry?"

Yang Zhongyong was furious at the time and said to Yu Zhanyuan, turning his eyes back and staring at Liang Chen fiercely. At the same time, the two guards under the steps also raised their heads with cold and lightning in their eyes. Four gazes were all focused on Liang Chen's face, with cold and unconcealed murderous aura in their eyes - it was a murderous aura that only belonged to the fearless iron-blooded soldier who had truly seen blood.

Yu Zhanyuan next to him showed a strange smile on his face. After successfully transferring trouble to Jiangdong, he actually watched the good show of fighting between snipes and clams on the side.

However, facing Yang Zhongyong's domineeringness and his guard's murderous aura, Liang Chen did not take it seriously at all. He just stared at Yang Zhongyong and suddenly said, "Gen. Yang, you must be of AB type blood, right?"

"Little bastard, if you dare not apologize to me, today I will... huh? How do you know?" Yang Zhongyong was still cursing, suddenly he was stunned, and his eyes were filled with doubt. He didn't know whether this kid was guessing it or checking his old background. Why did he even know that his blood type was as secret?!

"Haha, look at people with tea, and you can see everything. It's no big deal to judge a person's blood type by drinking tea." Liang Chen smiled faintly, sat there, picked up the white porcelain teacup, took a sip of the tea soup, and said casually.

"Fart! You can tell if you don't get a blood type without blood tests? Who are you fooling me?" Yang Zhongyong was furious. However, seeing Liang Chen's calm look, he felt a little confused.

"I don't dare to be fooled, but by looking at the blood type of a person with tea, there is a reason to observe the blood type of a person." Liang Chen snorted lightly, looked up at Zhujiao and said.
Chapter completed!