Soon, Zhang Fan drank the Wudao tea in his hand, and the two of them could not help shaking their heads.
As expected, he is still a child. He doesn't know that this kind of tea should be tasted slowly. However, it also seems to be more straightforward.
"Well, thank you, Mr. cloud. After drinking this tea, I feel that I have enhanced many aspects of myself, including my memory, and this feeling is very obvious."
At this time, looking at the cloud director and Xu old two people look at their own eyes, Zhang Fan is also a little embarrassed, and then began to thank.
"Ha ha, it works well, but this tea is right. I haven't told you my name. My name is Yuntian. You can call me uncle Yun."
Looking at Zhang Fan, the cloud supervisor laughed, and then he explained to Zhang Fan with a positive face. Then, he took out a small bag and handed it to Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan had already stood up when the cloud supervisor spoke.
After looking at Mr. Xu, Zhang Fan didn't say anything. He bowed deeply to the cloud manager to express his gratitude.
Everything is in silence.
Although I don't know why cloud manager and Mr. Xu are so optimistic about themselves, Zhang Fan is a person who knows how to be grateful. If anyone is good to him, he will give him back ten times.
At this time, the cloud manager also looked at Mr. Xu, nodded to each other, and his face was filled with gratification.