Tea Ceremony Trouble

The little tea waiter thought in a daze.

But after the close contact just now, he realized a very objective fact.

He raised his hand, compared it to the bridge of his nose in a silly way, then pinched his nose with a smile, and hid the smile all over his face under his slender palm.

Mr. Chu just reached the bridge of his nose.

It's a dwarf (bu

Before he could slander, Chu Fengci lazily called him: "...Hello."

The tea waiter hurried over, but he hadn't reached Chu Fengci's side yet.The proud tea master tapped the green Shuxiang bamboo with his hand, then put his fingertips on the table, crushed the pattern on the small sandalwood table, and looked at him expressionlessly.

The little tea waiter suddenly felt that he had become the spokesperson of a false advertisement, and his whole body was full of strength.He squeezed the multifunctional short knife in his hand, and began to cook the small pot of Shu Xiangzhu.

According to the steps engraved on the sandalwood table, it is divided into strands, braided, and air-dried.These steps are not only cumbersome, but also require a lot of time to ferment, and now half of the competition time has passed, the tea waiter can't help but break out in a cold sweat, silently complaining about his boss.

…Spicy chicken official, eat jujube pills.

On the other hand, although Chu Fengci's request really surprised Wenming officials, as the main contestant, as long as the participating tea masters did not violate the rules, they could not raise objections to the tea masters.

So an exquisite red clay teapot made of pottery was quickly delivered along with a plate of honey-soaked kumquats.

Holding them was a small robotic hummingbird, flapping its wings, and flying over tremblingly with a large tea tray above its head that was completely disproportionate to its body.

It landed on the sandalwood table, and pushed down the teapot and candied fruit on the plate with its not soft head, which was extremely huge for it.

Then "Jiu Jiu" raised the big tea tray, planning to fly back.

It's just that it moved too fast, and a gust of wind swept across Chu Fengci's temples, driving a strand of black hair.

Chu Fengci felt a little backward, and turned around to stop the robotic hummingbird, grasping its quivering wings very precisely.He took the big tea tray off its head and placed it on the table casually.

Raising the hummingbird on his hand, he asked the tea waiter, "Can this be used after being removed?"

Tea waiter: "..." My lord, where did you get such a cruel problem? !

The little tea waiter swallowed his saliva and said, "It's impossible for the main team."

Chu Fengci felt a little regretful when he heard the words, and gave the hummingbird a meaningful look, put the tea tray on it, and let it fly away with a "chirp".

After Chu Fengci failed to moles the hummingbird, he filled a pot of water with a bamboo tube and knelt down in front of the sandalwood table.Breaking off a pair of chopsticks with bamboo, I began to pick and eat candied fruit.

What a beauty does is beautiful, so when Chu Fengci held bamboo chopsticks and included small mouthfuls of kumquats soaked in honey, the audience even quickly accepted the setting of "this is not a tea ceremony competition but a food show", A lively discussion began on how to take care of the kumquat farmers' business.

And when the sweetness rolled on the tip of Chu Fengci's tongue, he frowned a little.Taste it carefully again, the sour kumquat is under the thick and fragrant honey, which explodes in the taste, and relieves a little greasy taste just now.

Some are too sweet.Chu Fengci thought.

He tasted two more bites to confirm the degree of pickling.He opened the tea storage box tied around his waist and picked out the spare Yunnan Dianhong.

Yunnan Dianhong, also known as Dianhong Kung Fu, is a kind of black tea.When Qin Huaixia helped him choose Dianhong, he chose the best spring tea, the leaves were fresh and tender, with chrysanthemum-yellow velvet, very beautiful.

The invisible rule in the tea ceremony circle is that black tea is not as good as green tea.

Because almost all green tea is inherited from the ancient earth, the hometown of tea, but some black tea species are genetically bred by later generations. Many people will accidentally miss when making black tea, resulting in a cup of extremely high-quality black tea that is worthless. The price paid behind it also made many people grit their teeth.

Over time, the difficulty of black tea is recognized, and the opinion that black tea is inferior to green tea has gradually spread. This "inferior" does not refer to quality, but to brewing black tea of ​​the same level requires more effort.

So when Qin Huaixia prepared tea for Chu Fengci, he sneered a few words, intending to change Chu Fengci's mind.

It's just that Chu Fengci was unmoved, and Qin Huaixia was not a stubborn person, so he let him go.

Chu Fengci knew a little about the plight of black tea from the tea books of this era.He is a person who retreats despite difficulties, but he has never encountered any difficulties in cooking tea, so he just pointed out and decided on the tea species for today's competition.

Chu Fengci held the tea leaves to the tip of his nose and sniffed, the fragrance was clear and distant, especially like the fragrance of flowers.

Immediately after that, some were quickly divided out, and after measuring the quantity with tea, each portion was divided into about 3 to 5 grams, and carefully placed in a bamboo tube on one side.

Then Chu Fengci was carrying the red clay teapot, and the water was constantly overflowing, and the spring that had already flooded a nearby piece of ground.After cleaning the teapot a bit, and filling half of the pot of spring water with the bamboo tube, he glanced lazily at the little tea waiter who was working beside him.

The presence of that gaze was so strong that when the tea waiter turned his head and met Chu Fengci's dark eyes, he waved his hand uncertainly. Seeing that he really couldn't see, he couldn't help feeling sad and uncomfortable in his heart.

It's just that Chu Fengci condensed his abundant emotions in the next moment.

"Is the tea stove ready?"

"...No, I just made a template, and I haven't started to deal with the details yet." The tea waiter said sullenly.

"Send it here." Chu Fengci was straightforward: "As long as it works."

The tea waiter played the [-]th class skills when he was learning martial arts, steamed and roasted, and dried, and finally made a similar shape.Although it can't be used for a long time, it can be solved for a while.

After he sent out the poorly made and counterfeit bamboo tea stove, he was sent back to grind small bamboo cups.It's just that Chu Fengci agreed this time, so he can stand aside and watch how he makes tea.

Whether it is watching tea or watching beautiful women, it seems like a good idea.The tea waiter carefully focused on it, not daring to stop the movements of his hands.

Chu Fengci set up a bamboo tea stove, and put down the yang heart fire in the hollow in the middle.

The Yang Xinhuo rolled down as if it was stained with a piece of fire, and landed on a few dried bamboos piled up in the center with a "paji", and then fluttered in the wind, a touch of blue on the flame flickered in a daze.

Chu Fengci's hand was very steady, he put the red clay pot on it, the bottom of the pot made a sound of evaporating because of some moisture.

After being heated by the fire for a while, the water boiled a little hot.

At this time, Chu Fengci randomly took a touch of black tea from the tea box, lifted the lid of the red clay pot a little, and threw Dianhong into it, but there were still some thin strips of tea leaves in his hands.

Although the movements seem leisurely and comfortable, whether it is the ratio of water to tea or the temperature of the water in the pot, Chu Fengci has mastered it extremely delicately.This is not talent, but the foundation of long-term hard training, which is almost as deep in the spiritual memory as instinct.

The black-haired young man looked calm, his eyes slightly raised, and his whole body exuded an unstoppable aura, like a general fighting with a halberd on the battlefield.Even though his face is still fair and handsome, he doesn't give people a soft and charming feeling, and he feels like two people like usual.

He ran his fingertips over the pot and closed the lid.His face appeared indifferent in the dense mist, as if he were a god.

The little tea waiter even felt that he would disappear in front of her in the next moment, so that she didn't realize what Chu Fengci said?

"……what?"

Chu Fengci paused for a moment, glanced at him lightly, and said again: "Dianhong Gongfu can be divided into two types because of the different production areas: one kind has a high aroma, a mild taste, and a good nose; , Tongue-friendly. What I put in the pot now tastes good, if it is hotter, I can smell a little tea fragrance."

The little tea waiter was a little dazed, stopped the bamboo cup he was polishing in his hand, and subconsciously searched for the tea fragrance that might be scattered in the air.

Chu Fengci smiled, "There are 14 judges, who do you want to drink?"

The little tea waiter is honest.

After waiting for a while, there was indeed a vague tea fragrance overflowing in the air.

Most of the tea leaves are cold in nature, people who are afraid of cold and all cold should not drink too much.But the aroma of the black tea is so warm that the little tea waiter feels so comfortable that he wants to take a nap.

The scent was actually not pleasant, but the more immersed in the tea mist, the more he couldn't stop, the little tea waiter looked at the pot of tea eagerly, just wanting to know what it tasted like.

Chu Fengci looked at his expression and asked: "The fourteen bamboo cups are ready?"

The tea waiter replied in a low voice in shame: "...just made thirteen."

"Take your head off to make up the number?"

"……reject."

With tears in his eyes, the tea waiter began to do unpaid hard work. He had just finished grinding fourteen bamboo cups before sending them to Chu Fengci.

Chu Fengci was picking candied fruit, and when she heard his movement, she turned her head and glanced at him.A pair of bamboo chopsticks lifted the crystal-clear honey-stained kumquat, and the golden silk thread was stretched to a very thin strip, and it fell layer by layer on the white porcelain plate.

"Wash it and bring it here." Chu Fengci said.

The tea waiter ran to the spring in a "tat-tat-tat", only to be surprised (bu) to find that the clear spring was gushing up, almost submerging a piece of gravel.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, and after washing away the debris in the bamboo cup with the clear spring, he wiped away the dripping water with his cuff as he walked.After walking to the sandalwood table, they put them on one by one, looking at Chu Fengci expectantly.

Chu Fengci put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hands, and groped for the shape of the bamboo cups one by one.Seeing the fourteen bamboo cups, large and small, uneven in thickness and uneven in height, Chu Fengci couldn't help but feel emotional.

"……Thanks for your hard work."

The tea waiter was flattered: "No hard work, no hard work."

"I said bamboo cup."

"……Oh."

Although the bamboo cup was a bit rough, Chu Fengci still asked the tea waiter for the short knife and carved a mark on one-third of the bamboo cup.

After finishing the engravings one by one, Chu Fengci picked up the honey-soaked kumquats that had just been picked and placed them at the bottom of the bamboo cup.