Chapter 609: Zhang Xin'er's Tea Ceremony

Yang Xiaolin and a few people walked into the teahouse. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

However, they were greeted with no good news, and they were told that all the private rooms had already been booked.

"No more private rooms?" Zhang Xin'er looked disappointed.

There are no private rooms in this teahouse, so naturally you can only go to other homes.

However, after verifying that several others are "fake" and "copycats", she obviously hopes to enjoy tea and scenery in this teahouse.

"It's the best time of year for us to do business here." The manager said politely. ā€

"Why don't you just be in the hall and find a place by the window?"

"In fact, the viewing effect is no worse than that in a private room." The manager recommended it to several people.

He saw that these were all high-quality customers, and of course he didn't want to miss out.

Sitting in the hall with such a few beautiful women is very good for the business of the teahouse.

However, his suggestion was obviously not accepted by Zhang Xin'er and them.

Just kidding, they are in the private room, not only to taste tea and watch the scenery, but also for a more important purpose, that is, to avoid Li Haihang.

As soon as a few people sat down in the hall, Li Haihang could see it as soon as he entered the door, and their thoughts were not in vain.

"How could it be that all the private rooms were booked." Xie Yuting said a little depressed.

"Will there be a private room that is booked for the night?" Xie Yuting asked, "We'll stay until the afternoon at most." ā€

When the manager heard this, he took out a notebook and began to check the status of the private room booking.

At first glance, the manager was also a little confused.

Generally, when you book a private room, you will have an approximate arrival time.

But this time it wasn't, and it was all the remaining empty private rooms booked at once.

The manager's expression suddenly looked a little unsightly.

If you book a private room, you only need to pay 10% of the private room fee in advance.

Usually the off-season is even if it's okay, but now this golden season for foothill tourism is obviously a little uncost-effective for teahouses.

In case the other party comes at night, these dozen or so private rooms will waste a day's time, which is not a small loss.

And, even worse, booking a private room may not be a tourist at all, but a competitor, which has not happened before.

"This young lady is right, I'll call right now to inquire."

As a result, no one answered, and the manager immediately asked Zhang Xin'er to choose a private room.

Zhang Xin'er was also unceremonious, and chose a private room with the largest area and the best view on the second floor.

Of course, the price that comes with it is quite expensive.

As soon as the manager went out, Xie Yuting said proudly: "Fortunately, I asked more." ā€

Liu Roubing said: "I'm afraid that the guests who booked the private room will come again in a while." ā€

Xie Yuting snorted, and said very domineeringly: "If you come, you have to wait for us to run out first, and you have to have a first come, first come, no matter what." ā€

Several people laughed when they saw this, and they should be considered latecomers.

"What are you laughing at, am I not right?" Xie Yuting looked at the few people very dissatisfied.

Zhang Xin'er smiled: "They only paid the deposit, but we paid the full amount." ā€

"So even if they come, we will never give up the private room."

Zhang Xin'er looked out of the floor-to-ceiling window, the red leaves of the mountain like a mountain flame, and said with great certainty.

Just this glance was more than the autumn leaves she had seen all the way up the mountain just now.

"yes, I can't let it." Xie Meimei, who has always been very rational and intellectual, also said so.

She reluctantly withdrew her gaze on the red leaves of the mountain, turned around and took out her painting tools, and began to set up the drawing board, looking like she was unwilling to wait for a moment to record this beautiful scenery on the drawing board.

Yang Xiaolin was the first to sit down.

The tables and chairs in the room are all pure wood, and the shape is thick and simple.

Although it is not as elastic as a modern sofa, Yang Xiaolin feels that this kind of wooden chair is more stable and comfortable to sit on.

Before he could sit down, Xie Yuting jumped over.

"Hey, why are you just sitting, what a big lazy worm." Of course, Xie Yuting will not miss any opportunity to ridicule Yang Xiaolin.

Yang Xiaolin shrugged his shoulders, then raised his hand and knocked on the table.

"What are you doing standing there, why don't you hurry up and serve tea to the teacher."

Xie Yuting immediately glared at Yang Xiaolin: "You want to be beautiful." ā€

I don't know if I'm really afraid that Yang Xiaolin will continue to force her to serve tea, so she walked away and ran to her mother again.

"Hey, unscrupulous people." Yang Xiaolin pretended to be full of emotion.

Liu Roubing sat down next to Yang Xiaolin and said with a smile: "Xiaolin, do you really regard Yuting as a personal disciple?" ā€

Zhang Xin'er sat down opposite Yang Xiaolin.

"Hmph, and let the students pour themselves tea. You are the rotten and backward set of the old thinking. ā€

Yang Xiaolin opened his mouth and said with a wry smile: "I said Zhang Xin'er, I don't have you to buckle your hat like this." ā€

"Don't look at it, you're just a boy here. There is no minimum demeanor at all. Zhang Xin'er muttered again.

Now Zhang Xin'er basically doesn't say the word gentleman in front of Yang Xiaolin, and she found that Yang Xiaolin was not interested in that gentleman or anything at all.

Don't mention the gentleman, just talk about the demeanor, the effect is estimated to be better.

Sure enough, Yang Xiaolin's eyes swept in the private room, and he stood up a little helplessly.

"I'll make tea." Yang Xiaolin took out five medium-sized teacups from the tea cabinet on the side.

I took out a pot of tea leaves in the tea cabinet at random and prepared to make tea.

"Where do you make tea like this?" Zhang Xin'er walked over with tears and laughter, and snatched the tea canister from his hand.

Yang Xiaolin looked at Zhang Xin'er with a puzzled expression.

"To make tea, isn't it just to put the tea leaves in a teacup and then pour boiling water. Isn't that right? ā€

Zhang Xin'er glanced at Yang Xiaolin a little helplessly, and then took out a set of tea sets from the tea cabinet.

Yang Xiaolin saw Zhang Xin'er holding a tea tray, and in addition to a teapot on the tea tray, there were five teacups that were not much bigger than a wine glass.

In addition, there are a few other objects that look a little odd.

"It's not enough for such a small cup." Yang Xiaolin looked at the small teacup and couldn't help but say.

Zhang Xin'er turned her head and glared at Yang Xiaolin, and said angrily: "This is tea, not cow drink." ā€

Zhang Xin'er put the tea tray on the table and turned back to get the tea leaves.

"Sister Roubing, Yuting, Mother Xie, what kind of tea do you want to drink?" Zhang Xin'er turned her head to the girls and asked.

Mother Xie nodded sideways to Zhang Xin'er and said, "I can do it all." ā€

Liu Roubing said: "Since you have come to Lushan, let's drink the Lushan tea produced here." ā€

Liu Roubing said this, but her hands did not stop, and she had already boiled the water with the electric kettle on the table.

Zhang Xin'er finally surrendered her gaze to Yang Xiaolin next to her: "What about you, what kind of tea do you want to drink." ā€

Yang Xiaolin shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "I don't care, it's not much difference anyway." ā€

Seeing that Zhang Xin'er chose a pot of tea and was about to walk away, Yang Xiaolin shouted: "That ......"

Zhang Xin'er looked back at him and asked, "What's wrong?" See the tea you want to drink? ā€

"Take it, make a pot of Lushan tea first, and then brew it for you."

Yang Xiaolin shook his head, and saw him pointing to the medium-sized teacup.

"I still want to use this kind of teacup, that teacup is really too small."

"Nope." Zhang Xin'er objected without hesitation: "I am in charge of this private room today, you have to listen to me." ā€

Good guy, after a while, the girls all held small teacups and lowered their heads to taste tea, while the guy next to them was holding a big cup and pouring water there.

That scene, thinking about it made Zhang Xin'er goosebumps straighten up.

"Don't fight that teacup idea again, do you hear?" Zhang Xin'er stared at Yang Xiaolin with blazing eyes, as if she was teaching an aunt a kindergarten child.

Don't you just want to get a big cup to drink tea, it is necessary to be so serious? Yang Xiaolin muttered in his heart.

However, seeing Zhang Xin'er's rather serious attitude, he nodded: "Okay, in this private room today, it's up to you." ā€

Who let this private room be paid for by Miss Zhang, eating and drinking is the softest, and drinking people has to follow people at all.

And looking at Zhang Xin'er's selection of tea sets and tea leaves, she is definitely much better than him in this regard.

Since you are not good at it, then stand aside obediently and leave this stage to someone who is good at it.

Seeing Zhang Xin'er walking back with some arrogance, while Yang Xiaolin, who was following her, looked a little dejected, Liu Roubing couldn't help but shake her head and chuckle.

Seeing that Yang Xiaolin was rarely soft in front of him, he was in a pretty good mood.

Make two pots of good tea, let this guy taste it well, so that he can know that Miss Ben also has a lot of advantages, Zhang Xin'er thought in her heart.

Speaking of which, since she met Yang Xiaolin, Zhang Xiner felt a little frustrated.

In the past, many aspects that made her proud and proud, in front of Yang Xiaolin, either she didn't compare with him, or she was ignored by him.

Judging from Yang Xiaolin's performance, Yang Xiaolin is ignorant of the tea ceremony.

This immediately stimulated Zhang Xin'er's desire to express herself.

"Let him know I'm good" or "Let him see how good I am." ā€

Two reasons that seem to be similar are actually very different in meaning.

The first is to demonstrate, and the second is to present yourself to the other side.

If Zhang Xin'er were to say it herself, she would definitely say it was the first one.

As for the thoughts in her heart, whether they belong to the first or the second, I'm afraid even she can't tell.

However, seeing that Yang Xiaolin gave up the idea of using a big cup, sat down next to Sister Roubing honestly, and began to help her clean the cups, Zhang Xin'er's face was filled with a happy smile.

Don't argue with yourself, play honestly, God is pitiful, Zhang Xin'er has the impression that this guy has such an attitude towards her for the first time.

Xie Yuting is also a delicate character, and after watching her mother draw for a while, she saw that it was lively here, and ran over again.

"Hey, that teapot needs to be scalded three times with boiling water......"

"A few teacups don't seem to be placed at the right angle, so you can put them again......"

Xie Yuting commanded Yang Xiaolin with a sense of accomplishment.

Yang Xiaolin looked at this girl with a puzzled expression: "You also understand this?" ā€

Xie Yuting nodded modestly at all: "I used to watch TV shows and said this. ā€

Yang Xiaolin waved his hand at her angrily: "Go and go, play while playing, don't come to make trouble." ā€

Hearing Yang Xiaolin say that she was making trouble, Xie Yuting immediately quit.

"What's wrong with what I'm looking at on TV, isn't it a tea ceremony?"

"You just don't have an open mind, and you find that there are places that are not as good as me, a student, and you can't save the teacher's face."

Liu Roubing smiled: "Yuting, don't command Xiaolin." ā€

"We came here mainly to chat and watch the scenery, drink tea and taste tea, there is no need to follow the strict tea ceremony."

Regarding Liu Roubing's words, Xie Yuting is still very willing to listen, if this is changed to Zhang Xin'er, she will definitely send it right.

She sat down next to Liu Roubing, nodded and said, "Sister Liu, you are right. ā€

"Actually, I don't know anything about the tea ceremony or anything, I just said that, that is, I watched it twice from the TV."

"And it's a long time ago, as for whether it's right or not, whether it's a mistake or not, I can't remember it for sure."

When Yang Xiaolin heard this, he immediately rolled his eyes, yes, he was fooled by this girl.

Xie Yuting smiled proudly at Yang Xiaolin, and then watched Zhang Xin'er make tea.

Zhang Xin'er's hands are white and slender, and each movement is soothing and gentle, looking full of beauty.

Xie Yuting couldn't help but look at her hands.

Her hands are also very beautiful, but probably because of her young age, her fingers are more skinny, and they don't have the warmth of Zhang Xin'er's fingers.

Pouting, she went to see Yang Xiaolin through Liu Roubing again.

found that Yang Xiaolin was also observing Zhang Xin'er's hands making tea opposite.

Hmph, looking at the fascinated look, where is there a little bit of a teacher, Xie Yuting felt very uncomfortable in her heart.

Zhang Xin'er poured boiling water into the teapot and poured it out quickly, which was to wash the tea.

After washing the tea, it is brewed.

I saw Zhang Xin'er suddenly raise the kettle and let the water pour directly into the tea party.

During this period, the wrist shakes, and the water is pumped up and down, and this is repeated three times.

Yang Xiaolin looked inexplicable and asked, "Is this kettle very heavy?" Or I'll do it. ā€

Zhang Xin'er gave Yang Xiaolin a "stupid" look, and then continued to make tea.

Liu Roubing helped explain: "Xiaolin, Xin'er's action just now was the three nods of the phoenix in the tea ceremony. ā€

"It's not that you can't lift the kettle, it's a gesture that pays tribute to us."

Xie Yuting smiled on the side: "It's ugly again." ā€

Yang Xiaolin shook his head and said, "Isn't it just drinking tea, why is it so complicated." ā€

Zhang Xin'er finished sealing the pot again, then looked at Yang Xiaolin angrily, and said, "Complicated? I've found this the easiest thing I've found. ā€

"It's really complicated, and in less than half an hour, you don't want to take a sip of tea."

Yang Xiaolin was speechless when he heard this, how did it sound, making a pot of tea is more laborious and time-consuming than cooking a meal.

After waiting for dozens of seconds, Zhang Xin'er lifted the teapot and poured the tea into five teacups.

Suddenly, in the private room, the fragrance of tea overflowed.

Just when Yang Xiaolin and the others began to taste the first pot of tea made by Zhang Xin'er.

In the hall of the teahouse, two young people walked in.

"Hello, I'm the customer who called in the morning and booked all the private rooms." One of them, a tall, handsome young man, said to the counter manager. (To be continued.) )