"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables, these are specially prepared for you, I know that you little girls don't eat greasy. ”

Zhou Lao pointed to the crystal shrimp: "Don't look at most restaurants have this dish, but if you want to say that it is well done in the whole Dalian, it is definitely my chef here."

Zhou Lao was enthusiastic, Murong Xianxian was not a child, and he was not idle this day, smelling the fragrant crystal shrimp, her appetite immediately reacted, and she was no longer polite, and put a piece of shrimp into her mouth. took a bite gently, and a delicious feeling spread on the taste buds, smooth and not greasy, and melted in the mouth, making Murong Xianxian's eyes light up, and secretly said that with this dish alone, this trip was not in vain.

What is the most distinctive dish in Dalian?

Of course, it is seafood, all kinds of seafood, all kinds of ways to eat, although Murong Xianxian's life was not very good when he was a child, he still ate a lot of seafood・・・・・・ he really couldn't afford it, so he went to catch the sea and tossed it by himself. If you can't afford to eat abalone, you can break clams.

After a meal, although Murong Xianxian only drank a bowl of porridge, he ate a lot of dishes, Zhou Lao was very satisfied, Zhou Zheng was called away by the company when he was halfway through eating, and he had official business to deal with.

After the two rested for a while, Zhou Lao invited her to the tea room again and posed as making tea for her in person.

"Old Zhou, how can I let you come to this job? Murong Xianxian was not used to an old man making tea for him, so he hurriedly went over and took the teapot.

"Hey, this is a purple clay pot, right?" Murong Xianxian couldn't help but move when she saw the teapot.

"Yes, you also have research on this?" Zhou Lao looked at her with a smile, and his eyes were quite elegant.

"My master likes to fiddle with ceramics, so I've dabbled a little bit as well. Murong Xian smiled slightly, and gently picked up the purple clay pot that was recognizable.

One of the benefits of the purple clay pot is that it can wrap the aroma, dissipate the heat, absorb the fragrance of tea for a long time, and can disperse oil and moisten the luster.

Turning over the bottom of the pot, there is a seal on it, with the book: Zhu Kexin, three words.

Seeing this style, Murong Xianxian's heart moved, Zhu Guoen once introduced this person, who is a famous purple sand artist in modern times, and has made special contributions to the development of modern purple sand pots.

Zhu Kexin was born in Dingshu Town, Yixing City. The original name was Kaichang, the scientific name Kaichang, and later changed its name to 'Kexin,' meaning 'the humble person, the teacher can also,' a glass of water in the mountain, can clear the heart of the heaven and the earth, the meaning. Yixing Zisha famous artist, flower master, a generation of grandmasters. In 31 years, Zhu Kexin was employed by Jiangsu Provincial Yixing Ceramic Vocational School Pottery Science and Technology Worker, during which he created purple sand coffee sets, and the following year, he carefully made Zuò Yunlong Ding and Zhujie Ding to participate in the Chicago Exposition in the United States, and won the 'Special Excellence Award', Zhuang Rui was deeply impressed by it, and it also came from this.

Zhu Kexin's early work "Bamboo Ding" was even collected by Song Meiling, and after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was a high-quality export; In February 33, he was invited to participate in the Ministry of Culture's National Folk Artist Viewing and Copying Conference, when his work "Cloud Dragon Pot" shined. In 36 years, he was appointed as a purple sand molding technology counselor, designed and created round pine, bamboo, plum pot, squirrel, grape, a section of bamboo, antique bamboo, etc., which were exhibited in Sri Lanka and other countries, and won the first prize, these wounded products are now stored in the Nanjing Museum.

The pot in Murong Xianxian's hand is purple-red, delicate and lovely. The body of the pot resembles grape beads, with an inlay structure, a round rhyme, and a tight seam, which is a bottom. The squirrel grapes on the pot are all hand-molded zuò, neat and straight, and used as raisin branches, which are bent and vigorous and natural, and are formed by kneading and molding, showing the unique tenacity of the vine. A new vine, two vine leaves, a bunch of grapes, and a small squirrel are attached to one side, and the lower vines are arranged crosswise. The lid of the pot is placed with a curled Portuguese branch as a button, a bunch of grapes, and a squirrel eats grapes under the old branch. Love and fun, art and pot, pleasing to the eye.

"Old Zhou, the body of this purple sand pot is a squirrel grape pattern, there is movement in the stillness, the image is vivid, appropriate and reasonable, it should be the squirrel grape pot, and this set of eleven pieces is well preserved, it is also commendable, I don't know if it is correct?"

She counted it, this set of purple sand pots with coasters, teacups, lids, etc., a total of eleven pieces, each bottom has a style, rare is this set of purple sand tea set, without the slightest damage, and the pulp is round and natural, it is indeed a good object.

"Yes, yes, it's not easy! It seems that your teacher is also a great person, and I would like to consult him about porcelain when I have time. Zhou Lao was also quite surprised when he watched Murong Xian Xian tell Zhu Kexin's life one by one.

"I'm sorry, the family teacher has passed away, if Zhou Lao is interested in porcelain, I have a few pieces of porcelain at home that can still be eye-catching. Murong Xianxian smiled slightly.

"Oh, there's time to see it. What a pity!"

Zhou Lao shook his head slightly, Murong Xianxian knew what he meant, it was a pity for Zhu Guoen's early death, so he smiled faintly and did not answer.

After sighing for a while, Zhou Lao suddenly slapped his head and laughed at himself: "Look at this memory, people are old, and some things are put aside and forgotten." ”

He took out a small pot of tea leaves and shook it towards Murong Xianxian, quite a bit of a treasure: "Miss Murong, these teas are very rare, I still managed to rob them from a few old guys, and I was reluctant to take them out when others came."

However, whether you can drink it or not depends on your ability. ”

"Oh, that's something to see. ”

Murong Xianxian reached out and took the tea canister.

"It's ...... The real big red robe?!"

After seeing the tea leaves inside clearly and taking a deep sip of the tea fragrance, Murong Xianxian was really surprised.

'Big red robe, the famous fir tea tree, grows on the high rock cliff of Jiulong Cave in Wuyi Mountain, the rock wall still retains the "big red robe" made by the monk of Tianxin Temple in 1927, the stone carving, the sunshine here is short, the light is reflected, the temperature difference between day and night is large, and there are fine springs infiltrating the dripping at the top of the rock all year round. This special natural environment has created the special quality of Da Hong Pao, there are 6 tea trees in Da Hong Pao, all of which are shrub tea bushes, the leaf quality is thicker, the bud head is slightly red, when the sun shines on the tea tree and the rock, the rock light is reflected, and the red can is very conspicuous.

The big red robes circulating in the market now are not on the 6 old books, they are grafted. The six old plants can only get a few catties of tea in a year, and they have already been divided among the bigwigs in the central government, and ordinary people can not see it, let alone taste it. But this old man Zhou was able to snatch food, which shows that he is not an ordinary character, and this speculation is quite surprising to Murong Xianxian.

She scooped a spoonful of tea leaves and poured it into the teapot, then lifted the kettle to slowly pour the boiling water, and the tea fragrance that slowly began to emit as the boiling water overflowed made people enjoy it a little, "Good tea!"

Murong Xianxian concentrated on pouring water into the teapot, then covered it with the lid of the pot, shook it lightly twice, quickly poured out the liquid water in the pot, and after completing the tea washing procedure, poured the water into the pot again.

Cover the tea lid, and after a while, Zhou Lao picked up the small pot, tilted his wrist slightly, poured the two purple sand cups full, and made a gesture of invitation towards Murong Xianxian with a smile.

"Hehe, please too. Zhou Lao smiled slightly and picked up the teacup.

Murong Xianxian smiled and nodded, stretched out two fingers, picked up a cup, looked at the dark yellow tea soup, and then put it under his nose and smelled it, after being directly inhaled by the faint tea fragrance, he finally couldn't help but inhale the tea in one gulp, feeling the hot tea soup sliding in his mouth, the kind of fragrance mellow, bitter and sweet, after slowly swallowing his throat, there has always been a fragrant and sweet taste between his lips, which made Murong Xianxian sigh lightly with satisfaction.

The tea tree of Wenxiangfang is intercepted from the body of Da Hong Pao, but its growth environment is completely different from that of Wuyi Mountain, and the taste naturally changes.

"Good tea!" Murong Xianxian exhaled lightly, although the aura in it was not so strong, it was a hundred times stronger than ordinary tea, and the taste was sudden, and there was a different kind of ethereal.

A pot of tea is actually not much, and after brewing it four or five times, it is almost the same, and the time has passed more than an hour unconsciously.

"Hehe, Murong, it's boring to let you drink tea with me, an old man, right?" Old Zhou said with a smile.

"Where, if I can drink this kind of tea every day, then I will come every day. Murong Xianxian also smiled.

"Well・・・・・・ then you don't have to, I'm not afraid that my son will go bankrupt, and I won't have a place to dump so much tea. ”

The old and the young both laughed.

The laughter stopped, and Old Zhou looked up at Murong Xianxian and smiled: "I have been a doctor for a long time, and I have also done a lot of acupuncture, even Zhu Heting, the first divine acupuncture in China, has also done acupuncture for me many times, what is the eight-vein acupuncture method, the weed-pulling and snake-seeking acupuncture method, and the five-element acupuncture method, but the effect is not as good as yours, so I am curious, what is the name of your acupuncture, can it be inherited?"

Murong Xianxian smiled, she had been prepared for this, and immediately picked up her cup and drank the last cup of tea slowly. was about to speak, but he saw Zhou Lao smiling and waving his hand: "If it's not easy to say, don't say it, I know that there are many taboos about this." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Murong Xianxian shook his head lightly: "The acupuncture method I use is called the Reverse Sailing Boat Acupuncture Method, but our lineage has never practiced medicine as a profession, so we don't know a lot." And...... She looked at Zhou Lao and said very seriously: "Zhou Lao, I am not qualified to practice medicine, if you want me to help you continue treatment, there is a certain risk." ”

Introduction to "Wandering in the Days of the Other World" (end):

Lin Yuqing, a young biologist, was unexpectedly swept into a strange space by a whirlpool when she was on a marine life expedition with a scientific research ship. This is a world of magic and vindictiveness, as soon as Lin Yuqing entered this inexplicable space, he encountered a contest between beasts and beasts, if it wasn't for a space magician who happened to pass by, poor Qing'er would have become a ghost of the other world, but what should I do next? Who will teach poor Qing'er how to return to Earth ・・・・・・ RS