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Ye Fan said in a low voice: "They are centering, only when the heart is immersed in the tea, can the best tea be brewed."

"Oh......" Du Yun'er looked at it very attentively, forgetting what she came here for in the first place.

Finally, after about ten minutes, Ning Zimo and Oda Huihai began to move at the same time.

Light a charcoal fire, boil water, and make tea......

The difference is that Oda Keimi's expression is more serious, and every process looks delicate and exquisite, and it is very quiet, almost not making any sound.

Ning Zimo was smiling faintly, the clouds were light and the wind was light, as if he was playing a piece of music, enjoying himself.

The two of them were so focused on the tea that they had turned a deaf ear to everything around them.

Watching the two of them make tea, it seems that they are splashing ink on a lifelike landscape painting, indulging in the landscape, singing wine, and enjoying life.

"That's amazing...... I feel like I can already appreciate the taste of tea before I drink it......" Du Yun'er muttered enviously.

Ye Fan smiled, he also liked to watch Ning Zimo's tea art, which was pleasing to the eye.

"This is the charm of the tea ceremony, art to the highest level, all about shaking people's souls, not visual stimulation", Ye Fan said.

While speaking, Ning Zimo and Oda Huihai both stopped their movements and completed the steps of making tea.

The two of them each used a tray to bring five cups of tea to the referees.

Ye Fan took Ladu Yun'er's hand and stepped forward and said, "Everyone, do you mind letting us taste it too?"

Several of the judges are also kind old men, so naturally they have no opinions.

Ning Zimo smiled, took two more cups of tea, and handed them to Ye Fan and Du Yun'er.

Du Yun'er thanked her, took a sip of tea, and immediately felt in her heart, and said in surprise: "This tea is so delicious, I have never drunk tea with such a strong taste and no astringency."

"Little girl, you taste mine," Oda Huikai said with his tea, in a mouthful of non-standard Chinese.

Ye Fan and Du Yun'er also tasted it, and they also thought it tasted very good.

"I feel good about who is better," Du Yun'er said distressedly.

"Silly girl, it's not for you to be the referee", Ye Fan said with a smile.

Several senior tea ceremony judges exchanged opinions with each other.

After five or six minutes, the judge sitting in the middle said: "In this competition, we finally decided that it was the Purple Leaf Tea House that won."

When Oda Huihai heard this, he was immediately dissatisfied: "Judge, what is the reason?"

The judges said: "The tea brewed by the two is not equal, but Miss Ning shows an artistic conception in the process of making tea, which leads people to have more reverie."

Perhaps it was because Mr. Oda was too focused on winning and losing, so he didn't do his best."

Oda Huihai frowned, he had noticed that when Ning Zimo was boiling tea, the feeling he exuded was not the same as him, and it was even more like a mountain and flowing water, which was in line with the artistic conception of the tea ceremony.

He took a cup of Ning Zimo's tea, tasted it, and let out a long sigh.

"It's me who lost, and it's true that there is no difference in taste, and I'm a little worse in terms of the artistic conception of the process," said Oda Megumi.

Ning Zimo also said quite politely: "Mr. Oda's inheritance of the Yuraku tea ceremony has been more than 400 years, and there are indeed many things to admire, and today's competition has benefited a lot."

Oda Huikai waved his hand and began to ask in Fuso language: "I want to ask Miss Ning a question, what did you think when you were making tea just now, and how can you be so ethereal and natural?"

Ning Zimo didn't understand Fusang dialect, so he had to ask for help from the judges next to him, and two of the judges were from Fusang, which was also for fairness.

After listening to the translation, Ning Zimo replied with a smile: "I just silently recited two sentences in my heart, 'Baoding tea is still green, and the chess in the window is still cool', imagining that kind of artistic conception, I immersed myself in the tea ceremony." ”

After saying this, it made it difficult for the judges who translated next to them, and they didn't know how to translate two ancient sentences.

Ye Fan sighed, stepped forward and suddenly said in fluent Fusang dialect: "What Miss Ning was thinking about at that time were two couplets, from Xia Guo's book "Dream of Red Mansions".

It probably means that Baoding doesn't make tea, there is still green moisture wafting in the house, the chess game under the window has been stopped, and the fingers still feel cold.

These two couplets are written by a son-in-law named Baoyu in that part, which integrates the visual and tactile experience, and also depicts the leisure and elegance brought by the tea ceremony and chess ceremony. ”

Everyone present looked at Ye Fan in a daze, especially Du Yun'er, her beautiful eyes were full of surprise.

Oda Huihai suddenly realized and gave a thumbs up, "This young gentleman, your Fusang language is really good, and your explanation is very clear, your Xia culture is really broad and profound!"

Many of us in Fusang feel that the tea ceremony is only available in Fusang, and the tea ceremony in the Xia Kingdom has no foundation, which is an eye-opener today. ”

Ning Zimo looked proud, this is the man she likes, not only admires her in terms of force, but even her inner cultivation can be connected with her.

After chatting for a while, Oda Huihai and several judges were all sent away by Ning Zimo.

Ning Zimo changed into his usual home clothes, and asked Zhao Zhong to arrange a lunch before coming to Ye Fan and Du Yun'er.

"Ye Fan, aren't you going to introduce me to who this beauty is?"

Ye Fan remembered that he didn't have time to introduce her, so he said: "Her name is Du Yun'er, I met her in the welfare home when I was a child, and she is my closest sister."

"Oh...... I've heard you talk about it several times", Ning Zimo stretched out his hand happily, "Hello, my name is Ning Zimo, and I am the proprietress here."

It was the first time for Du Yun'er to see such a beautiful and connotative woman, and she felt a little inferior, so she reached out and shook Ning Zimo.

"Miss Ning...... What a nice name......"

As soon as the words fell, Du Yun'er suddenly remembered something, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her bright eyes widened, "Miss Ning...... You...... Your name ......"

"What's wrong with my name?" Ning Zimo was puzzled.

Ye Fan chuckled and said, "Yun'er, the Ning Er in front of you is the president of the Purple Bamboo Forest, how is it, is it the same as the big sister of the gangster you imagined, does she look the same?"

Du Yun'er felt that her legs were already weak, and she looked at the man aggrieved and resentful, the contrast between this image and identity is too big!

When Ning Zimo heard this, he almost knew the ins and outs, and after glancing at the man, he took the initiative to step forward and hold Du Yun'er's hand, "Sister Yun'er, don't be afraid, although our Zizhulin is an underground gang, since I took office, I have never touched drugs or trafficked in human beings."

The only difference between us and ordinary businesses is that we have a different management model, and we settle some disputes on our own, not on the police."

(三七 Chinese.)