"It's coming, it's coming. Xiao Ping opened the door in response and found that the owner and lady of the hotel were standing at the door, and their expressions were very nervous.

Seeing Xiao Ping open the door, the boss and the proprietress were all relieved, and the proprietress also chattered: "Finally, there is still a guest left......

Xiao Ping asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"You don't know what happened. The proprietress was startled and said: "A few guests in the next room disappeared in the middle of the night, and even the people with their luggage disappeared!"

Xiao Ping was secretly amused in his heart, but on the surface, he said with a surprised expression: "How can this be?

"That's not true, there is nothing missing at home, and the house money was paid yesterday. The proprietress said imposingly: "Otherwise, my man would have called the police a long time ago!"

Xiao Ping nodded and said, "Then it's not a big deal, maybe they were in a hurry, so they left without saying hello to you." ”

"How anxious it is to get up in the middle of the night and hurry......" The boss and his wife accepted Xiao Ping's explanation and left with a self-muttering voice.

Now that the purpose of making Longjing Royal Tea Tree Tea Seeds has been achieved, Xiao Ping will not stay here for a long time, and wants to rush back as soon as possible. As soon as he walked out of the hotel, he saw several local tea farmers carrying a few baskets of tea leaves on their backs and walking up the Lion Rock, and one of them said to his companion as he walked: "Such a good tea can only be fried by Mr. Qiao in the tea room, otherwise it will be wasted......

These words made Xiao Ping's heart move, and he remembered that he had also ignored another key factor in getting top-quality Longjing tea - roasted tea. In addition to having top-quality fresh tea leaves, the level of roasted tea workers is also very important. Last night, Xiao Ping was bent on getting tea seeds. I didn't think about the problem of roasted tea. Now from the words of the tea farmer, it seems that Old Man Qiao is still a master of roasting tea, and Xiao Ping naturally wants to ask for advice.

Thinking of this, Xiao Ping strode after the tea farmers, and said to them with a smile: "You guys went up the mountain to find Teacher Qiao to fry tea?

The locals have a simple personality, so naturally they will not refuse Xiao Ping's request and go with him to the ancient temple halfway up the mountain. This is the second time Xiao Ping has come here in half a day, but this time he walked from the main gate generously. It's not like you can climb over the wall in the middle of the night.

The tea farmers were obviously very familiar with Old Man Qiao, and as soon as they walked into the temple gate, they said strangely: "Hey, why didn't you see Saihu today?"

Xiao Ping knew that the tiger in their mouth was the big wolf dog last night. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "You will never see Saihu again!"

Old man Qiao heard the commotion outside, and quickly came out to see what was going on. Several tea farmers greeted him one after another, and one of them smiled and said, "Teacher Qiao." These teas have already been killed, and I would like to ask you to help stir them up. ”

Old Man Qiao didn't speak, just nodded in agreement. Tea farmers have long been accustomed to his taciturn personality and happily carry tea leaves to the temple. Xiao Ping also followed behind, but Old Man Qiao soon spotted him, and the old man stared at Xiao Ping tightly, as if wondering why he had returned to the ancient temple.

"Old man Joe, it's early. Xiao Ping, who was discovered, said with a smile: "I heard that you can fry tea, so I will follow to learn two hands, and if there are good tea trees, it is equal to zero if you can't fry tea, right?"

Old man Qiao nodded slightly. didn't say anything to Xiao Ping, and walked straight into the room dedicated to roasting tea. There are a few iron pots in the room, but instead of a large firewood stove, an electric stove that uses electricity. In this way, the temperature of the iron pot can be precisely controlled to ensure the quality of the fried tea.

Old man Qiao came to a pot and sat down. Grabbed a handful of green tea leaves, smelled them, and nodded with satisfaction, then put the tea leaves into the pot and began the frying work.

Stir-frying Longjing tea is not done with a spatula, but directly with your hands in the pot to turn and wipe the tea leaves. It is precisely because of this that the final form of Longjing tea will be very flat. However, just this skill of turning tea in a pot with bare hands without burning your hands requires several years of practice. As for the severity of the gestures and the mastery of the heat when roasting the tea. There is no more than ten years of not wanting to be familiar with it.

The work of roasting tea is also very important to Xiao Ping, so as soon as Old Man Qiao started to do it, Xiao Ping was engrossed in observing his every move. From the range of the old man's movements, to the intensity of the intensity, to the mastery of the heat, all of them are carefully observed. At this time, Xiao Ping entered a magical state again, not only watching, but also feeling how Old Man Qiao fried tea.

Many tricks about roasting tea, such as the strength of the arm and the contact surface between the palm and the tea leaves, etc., can only be mastered by relying on long-term practice. Even if Old Man Qiao wanted to teach Xiao Ping wholeheartedly, he couldn't express it in words. At this time, Xiao Ping was able to "take in all the subtle movements of Old Man Qiao" when he roasted tea, and it can be said that he only had a glimpse of the way of roasting tea in this short period of time.

When he was wholeheartedly figuring out the skills of roasting tea, Xiao Ping's hand involuntarily followed the movements, imitating Old Man Qiao's gesture of roasting tea. Old man Qiao was also distracted when he stirred tea, and it wasn't until a pot of tea was fried that he realized that Xiao Ping was imitating himself. Seeing the movement of Xiao Ping's palm, Old Man Qiao couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and coldly spit out two words: "Want to learn?"

"Hey...... Have this idea!" Seeing that Old Man Qiao was relieved, Xiao Ping would of course seize such a good opportunity.

Old man Qiao pointed to the pot beside him, and then said to Xiao Ping: "Find some clean leaves, learn!"

"Okay!" Xiao Ping hurriedly responded, and hurriedly went outside to pick a large pile of clean leaves. Seeing that Old Man Qiao had already started to fry the second pot of Longjing, Xiao Ping hurriedly poured some leaves into the pot and followed up according to his own understanding.

The pot quickly became very hot under the heating of the electric stove, and ordinary people simply couldn't reach into the pot with their bare hands to fry tea. But for Xiao Ping, this was not a problem at all, he only tried twice, and he had already adapted to the temperature in the pot, and began to stir-fry the leaves inside.

Old man Qiao glanced at Xiao Ping in the interval between roasting tea, and immediately moved when he saw his frame, with an appreciative look in his eyes. However, the taciturn old man didn't say much, just silently continued to fry tea, but his expression seemed to be a little more pleasant.

Xiao Ping didn't have time to pay attention to Old Man Qiao's expression, he recalled the details of Old Man Qiao's roasted tea, and tried his best to follow it. With Xiao Ping's efforts, the gestures, which were still a little jerky, gradually became proficient. Even the tea farmers praised Xiao Ping, saying that he already looked like an old tea roaster.

When Old Man Qiao was stir-frying tea, Xiao Ping had also been practicing beside him. Sometimes he carefully felt Old Man Qiao's movements, and sometimes imitated and mastered the essence of them with his own hands. Time passed slowly unconsciously, Xiao Ping was still practicing stir-frying tea seriously, and he didn't realize that Old Man Qiao had finished stir-frying all the tea leaves sent by those tea farmers.

After sending off the tea farmers, Old Man Qiao said to Xiao Ping expressionlessly, "Take a break!"

"Good. Xiao Ping was really tired, wiped the sweat from his forehead after answering, and was about to talk to Old Man Qiao, but found that he had already walked out of the roasted tea room.

"This old man...... It's really golden to be silent!" Thinking back to all the things since he met Old Man Qiao, Xiao Ping couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After a while, Old Man Qiao came back. This time, he held two large coarse porcelain bowls in his hands, and put them in front of Xiao Ping and said, "Eat!"

Xiao Ping looked into the bowl and saw that one of the bowls was full of egg fried rice, and the other bowl was filled with dried bamboo shoots, capers and other farm side dishes. Unexpectedly, Old Man Qiao actually prepared lunch for himself, and Xiao Ping, who was moved in his heart, hurriedly thanked him, and then picked up the bowl and ate it.

Xiao Ping has been busy since last night, and he is indeed hungry at this time, so he also ate this meal very deliciously, and ate the two bowls to the bottom.

It didn't take long for Old Man Qiao to come back again, put a bucket of tea in front of Xiao Ping and said, "Fry!"

Xiao Ping looked into the bucket and found that it was all tender tea with small leaf buds. These teas can definitely not be ordinary goods that Old Man Qiao can look at, so he is also very uncertain and said: "Let me fry real tea? I don't care if it is fried!"

Qiao Lao didn't talk nonsense, just repeated: "Fry!"

Since the owner of the tea doesn't care, Xiao Ping is even less worried. He took out some tea leaves and put them in the pot and began to fry them according to the method he had just mastered. Xiao Ping has tried the same action many times with leaves, but when he really roasted the tea, he found that there was still a clear difference between the two. Tea leaves are more tender and have more water than leaves, and this alone makes the difference between roasted tea and roasted leaves.

Xiao Ping struggled to get used to the feeling of tea, and his gestures gradually became more comfortable. His hands were copying back and forth in the pot, and the tea leaves gradually became flattened, and the unique fragrance of Longjing emanated, as if marking Xiao Ping's first official roasting of tea.

In fact, Xiao Ping himself thought so. He didn't look at Old Man Qiao's fried tea just now, and felt that the tea he fried was not much different from Old Man Qiao's fried tea in terms of appearance, color and aroma. This made Xiao Ping full of confidence, and he felt that he had basically mastered the craft of roasted tea.

However, the truth is always cruel, and Xiao Ping, who was full of confidence, soon suffered a heavy blow. When Xiao Ping poured the freshly fried tea leaves out of the pot and handed them to Old Man Qiao with confidence, he was ready to accept his praise. Old man Qiao took the tea and looked at it carefully for a while, then put it to his nose and took a few deep breaths, and then he actually sneezed loudly!

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