Filling the four small teacups, he put down the teapot and handed the cup to Liang.

Liang drank it in one gulp with his neck tilted, he had been attracted by Xiao Qian's graceful movements for so long, he couldn't wait for a long time.

"How's it going?" asked Xiao Qian, who was making tea for others for the first time.

"Hehe, I don't feel it...... Yes...... No, it's delicious......" Liang said idiotically.

"One more drink. Xiao Qian didn't have the slightest impatient expression, and handed over another glass.

Liang raised his neck and drank it in one gulp.

"And now?"

"Fragrant!" Liang said, shaking his head, still not tasting the taste.

Xiaoqian picked up another cup and handed it to him, reminding, "You drink slowly." ”

This time, Liang Yong drank very slowly, and clicked his mouth a few times when he was about to do it.

This time, Xiaoqian didn't ask him again, but picked up the last cup of tea, elegantly raised it to the tip of her nose and sniffed it with her nose, and then drank it slowly in three sips, with a leisurely and intoxicated demeanor, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world.

"What does it feel?" Liang asked curiously.

Xiao Qian finally couldn't help but glance at him, and was vulgar by him.

"One day when you learn to drink tea and understand the artistic conception, you will know why I don't go to school. Xiaoqian said indifferently.

"Hey, that's a bit profound. I think you should go to school and take the opportunity to educate me, a vulgar fellow, and help me develop my temperament. Liang smirked.

Seeing Liang Yong's stupid and innocent expression, Xiao Qian's heart suddenly softened, and she sighed secretly: "Is my insistence really right? Since I am already his person in this life, why torture myself and stay with him for a while longer, even if it is a short period of happiness, I can make myself have no regrets in this life......"

"Let's go! Although Xiao Qian's heart was loose, there was still endless loneliness on her face, she gave the small porcelain bottle containing tea to Liang Yong, and walked to the house with the tea set.

She needs to think about it carefully, the face towel has been removed, and she doesn't need to wear the face towel anymore, but she is not ready to let her integrate into Liang Yong's life for a while.

Liang used words full of words, but at this time he didn't know where to start with Xiaoqian. Seeing that she entered the house and never came out, she sighed and took out a pen and paper from her arms to write down her address and contact number in Huadu. Finally, put 20,000 yuan on the stool.

Before leaving, I was afraid that Xiaoqian would not accept it, so I added a sentence to the note: "It's not because of pity, it's not because of gratitude, I just want to integrate into your life and take care of you for the rest of your life!"

This sentence, when he heard Sister Mei tell Xiaoqian's miserable life experience that day, he wanted to say it, but he never dared to speak.

……

Liang Yong returned to the hotel, where yard workers were loading a truck with timber removed from the mountains.

Song Youcai saw Liang Yong in the house and greeted loudly: "Brother, here, come into the house and drink tea!"

Liang Yong walked into the house and saw that everyone was there, Sister Mei, Wu Lexuan, and an old man with gray hair, who turned out to be acquaintances, the old man Liu Qingyuan that Liang Yong knew when he sold bookshelves.

"Brother, let me introduce you, this is my third uncle's ......" Song Youcai enthusiastically introduced.

Liang Yong looked at Liu Qingyuan and nodded and smiled: "Old Liu." ”

"Liang Yong, thank you for saving Youcai this time. Liu Qingyuan looked grateful.

Song Youcai suddenly said next to him: "Oh, you see I'm stupid, Miss Wu knew the third uncle just now, and she also talked about your sale of bookshelves." I forgot about the excitement ......"

Liang Yong walked to the chair next to Wu Lexuan and sat down, and Sister Mei was holding a purple clay pot to make tea for everyone.

"Before the injury healed, he ran around. Wu Lexuan complained in a low voice, full of concern.

"Brother drinks tea, this is more than 10,000 yuan a pound of West Lake Longjing. Without waiting for Liang Yong to explain to Wu Lexuan, Song Youcai was already beckoning Liang Yong to drink tea.

After removing the golden silk nanmu yesterday, Song Youcai immediately called home and invited the third uncle Liu Qingyuan to the field for identification, and at the same time asked his wife to bring good tea to entertain the third uncle. Liu Qingyuan is Song Youcai's third uncle, Song Youcai's father is the second, the family was poor back then, and he became the son-in-law of the Song family when he became an adult, so Song Youcai followed his mother's surname.

Hearing that it was more than 10,000 yuan West Lake Longjing, Liang Yong immediately became interested, picked up the teacup and drank it all. I didn't taste the taste of tea in Xiaoqian just now, but it hooked his interest in tea.

I don't want the tea to be imported, but it is bitter, astringent and tasteless, far worse than the tea brewed by Xiaoqian, and it is really difficult to swallow. Spit it out.

"Brother Song, what kind of ghost tea is this? It's too bitter, it's not fragrant, it's light and tasteless. It's more than 10,000 yuan a catty, you won't be deceived!" Liang complained continuously, urging Sister Mei to bring water over to rinse her mouth.

Song Youcai and Liu Qingyuan stared at Liang Yong with big eyes, with an expression of looking at aliens. Sister Mei covered her mouth and chuckled.

"If you don't understand tea, don't talk nonsense, it's a shame. This kind of tea is not delicious, what kind of tea is delicious?" Wu Lexuan reached out under the table and pinched the beam.

"It's really hard to drink, it's not like I haven't drunk tea before, it's better than this. Liang Yong insisted.

"Oh, what kind of tea have you drunk Liang Yong?" asked Liu Qingyuan with a frown, secretly unhappy in his heart. He had been praising Longjing tea just now, and Liang Yong was so slanderous now that he was gloomy.

"The tea I used to drink was not worth mentioning, it was all 20 yuan a pound of cloud tea bought from roadside stalls. Even the pot of tea I drank in the mountains just now tasted better than that. Liang Yong shook his head and said.

"You were drinking tea in the mountains just now, what kind of tea?" Song Youcai asked curiously.

"Hehe, they gave me some when they left. You see. Liang Yong took out the porcelain bottle from his pocket and opened the cap for everyone to see.

Only Sister Mei showed a look of understanding, but she didn't say it explicitly.

Song Youcai stretched out his nose to smell on the porcelain vase, and Liu Qingyuan also twitched his nose and smelled a strange fragrance.

"This tea is good, what is its name, and is it still sold?" Song Youcai felt refreshed when he heard it, and hurriedly asked. He once speculated and sold Pu'er tea, and he also did some research on the tea ceremony, and he was able to distinguish the quality of tea.

She only said that she picked the cloud tea herself. Liang scratched his head, he was only 250 for tea.

"Quick, Xiaomei, pour the Longjing tea and brew a pot of this tea to taste. Song Youcai came and urged with interest.

"I can't make this tea, I don't have that level of tea. Sister Mei hesitated.

"Oh, is there anything else to pay attention to?" Song Youcai asked eagerly.

"This tea is only delicious brewed by Xiao Qian, and I heard that it is brewed with charcoal fire to melt snow water, and there is a set of cumbersome methods...... Sister Mei explained.

Liang Yong suddenly added: "It's really like that, I just watched Xiao Qian's way of making tea, it's really beautiful." "A look of fascination.

Wu Lexuan pursed her mouth next to her, not very happy.