The little tea maid thought so in his heart.

However, after the close contact just now, he realized a very objective fact.

He raised his hand, made a foolish gesture at the bridge of his nose, and then pinched his nose with a smile, hiding the smile on his face under the slender palm of his hand.

Lord Chu Jun only came to the bridge of his nose.

It's a dwarf

Before he could say a few words, Chu Fengci had already called him lazily: "...... Feed. ”

The tea waiter hurriedly walked over, but he hadn't reached Chu Fengci's side yet. I saw the arrogant tea master lightly touch the verdant Shuxiang bamboo with his hand, and then put his fingertips on the table, crushed the pattern on the small sandalwood table, and looked at him expressionlessly.

The little tea waiter suddenly felt that he had become a spokesperson for false advertising, and his whole body was full of strength. He squeezed the multi-functional short knife in his hand and began to cook the small pot of Shuxiang bamboo.

Follow the steps carved on the sandalwood table, divide the ropes, weave the strips, and air dry. These steps are not only cumbersome, but also require a lot of time to ferment, and now half of the competition time has passed, so that the tea waiter can't help but break out in a cold sweat and silently complain about his boss.

…… Spicy chicken official, eat jujube pills.

On the other hand, although Chu Fengci's request really surprised Wen Ming's official, as the main contestant, as long as the participating tea masters did not violate the rules, they could not raise objections to the tea masters.

So a delicate pottery red clay teapot with a plate of honey-stained kumquat was quickly delivered.

Holding them was a small hummingbird, fluttering its wings, and a large tea tray on its head that was completely disproportionate to its body, trembling and flying over.

It landed on the sandalwood table, and pushed the teapot and the candied fruit on the plate, and with its not-so-soft head, the huge object of its kind was pushed down three times.

Then he "chirped" and picked up the big tea tray, intending to fly back.

It's just that its movements are too fast, and a light breeze swept through the sideburns of Chu Feng's porcelain, driving a strand of ink hair.

Chu Fengci glanced back slightly, and turned around to stop the hummingbird, grabbing its fluttering wings very accurately. He took the large tea tray off its head and placed it on the table.

Raising his hand, the hummingbird asked the tea attendant, "Can I use this when I remove it?"

Tea Waiter: "...... Your Excellency, where did you get such a murderous problem?!"

The little tea waiter swallowed his saliva and said, "The main gamer, no." ”

Chu Fengci was a little regretful when he heard this, and glanced at the hummingbird meaningfully, put the tea tray on it, and flew away with its "chirp".

After Chu Fengci failed to tease the hummingbird, he took a bamboo tube and made a pot of water and knelt down in front of the sandalwood table. I broke a pair of chopsticks with bamboo and began to pick candied fruits to eat.

Beauty looks good in whatever she does, so when Chu Feng porcelain held bamboo chopsticks in his hand and included the small kumquat spicy stuffed with honey, the audience even quickly accepted the setting of "this is not a tea ceremony competition but a food show", and began to discuss how to take care of the kumquat fruit farmer's business.

And when the sweetness rolled on the tip of Chu Feng's tongue, he frowned a little. Taste it carefully, under the fragrant and thick honey is a bit of sour kumquat, which explodes in the taste and relieves a little greasy taste.

Some are too sweet. Chu Feng porcelain thought.

He tasted two more bites and decided on the pickling process. I opened the tea storage box tied around my waist and picked out the spare Yunnan Yunnan Red.

Yunnan Yunnan Dian Hong, also known as Yunnan Red Kung Fu, is a kind of black tea. When Qin Huaixia helped him choose Yunnan red, he chose the best spring tea, the bottom of the leaves was fresh and tender, and the fluffy was revealed to be chrysanthemum yellow, which was very beautiful.

The invisible rule in the world of the tea ceremony is that black tea is inferior to green tea.

Because almost all green tea is inherited from the ancient earth of the hometown of tea, but some of the black tea varieties are cultivated by later generations using genes, many people will accidentally miss when making black tea, and a cup of high-quality black tea is worthless, and the price paid behind it does not know how many people grit their teeth.

Over time, the high difficulty of black tea is recognized, and the view that black tea is not as good as green tea has gradually spread.

Therefore, when Qin Huaixia prepared tea for Chu Feng porcelain, he also sneered a few words, intending that Chu Feng porcelain would change his mind.

It's just that Chu Fengci was unmoved, and Qin Huaixia was not a stubborn person, so he went.

The dilemma of black tea, Chu Feng porcelain poured a little understanding of the tea books of this era. He is a person who retreats despite difficulties, but he has never encountered any difficulties in cooking, so he casually pointed to the tea species for today's competition.

Chu Feng porcelain put the tea leaves against the tip of the nose and smelled, the aroma was clear, especially like the fragrance of flowers.

Immediately divided a little, and after measuring the quantity with tea, each serving was divided into about 3~5 grams, and the end was carefully stacked in the bamboo tube on the side.

Then Chu Fengci carried the red clay teapot, which was constantly overflowing, and it had already flooded the spring of a nearby ground. After cleaning the teapot a little and filling half a pot of spring water with a bamboo tube, he lazily glanced at the little tea attendant who was working beside him.

The sense of zài in that gaze was so strong that when the tea attendant turned around and bumped into Chu Feng's dark eyes, he waved his hand uncertainly, seeing that he really couldn't see it, he couldn't help but feel a sad and uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

It's just that Chu Fengci made his abundant emotions condense in the next moment.

"The tea stove is ready?"

“…… No, I just made a template, and the details haven't been processed yet. The tea waiter said sullenly.

"Send it over. Chu Feng porcelain is very direct: "You can use it." ”

The tea attendant exerted the skills of the eighteenth class when he used to learn martial arts, steaming and roasting, and drying, and finally made a similar form. Although it can't be used for a long time, it can solve the temporary difficulty.

After he sent out the shoddy and counterfeit bamboo tea stove, he was sent back to grind small bamboo cups. It's just that this time he was promised by Chu Fengci, and he could stand aside and watch how he made tea.

Whether it's looking at tea or looking at beauties, it seems like a good idea. The tea attendant was cautious and single-minded, but he didn't dare to stop the movements of his hands.

Chu Feng porcelain set up a bamboo tea stove and put down the yang heart fire in the hollow in the middle.

The Yangxin fire rolled down like a fire separation, and "snapped" on a few dried bamboos piled up in the center, and then spread in the wind, and a touch of blue on the flame flickered stunned.

Chu Fengci's hand was very steady, and he put the red clay clay pot on it, and the bottom of the clay pot made an evaporation sound because of the moisture.

As soon as it was heated by the fire, the water was boiling a little hot.

At this time, Chu Fengci took a touch of black tea from the tea box at random, lifted the lid of the red clay pottery pot a little, and threw Dian Hong into it, but he still held some thin strips of tea leaves in his hands.

Although the action seems to be leisurely and comfortable, whether it is the ratio of water to tea, or the temperature of the water in the pot, Chu Feng porcelain has mastered the subtlety. This is not a talent, but the foundation of long-term hard training, almost as deep in the spiritual memory as instinct.

The black-haired young man looked calm, his eyes were slightly raised, and the whole person exuded an unstoppable aura, like a general fighting on the battlefield. Even though he still has a fair and handsome face, he doesn't give people a sense of softness and charm, and he suddenly feels like two people like usual.

He ran his fingertips over the clay pot and closed the lid. His face looked indifferent in the mist, like a god.

The little tea waiter even felt that he would disappear in front of him the next moment, so he didn't react to what Chu Fengci said?

“…… Huh?"

Chu Fengci paused, glanced at him lightly, and said again: "Yunnan Red Kung Fu can be divided into two kinds because of different origins: one is high in aroma, light and mellow in taste, and good for the nose; What I put in the pot now is the taste, and if it is piping hotter, I can smell a little tea. ”

The little tea waiter was a little stunned, stopped the polished bamboo cup in his hand, and subconsciously pursued the fragrance of tea that might be scattered in the air.

Chu Fengci seemed to smile: "Fourteen judges, who are you going to let bow to drink?"

The little tea waiter is honest.

After waiting for a while, sure enough, the fragrance of tea overflowed in the air.

Most of the tea leaves are cold, and people who are afraid of cold and cold are not allowed to drink too much. But the aroma of this black tea is so warm that it makes the little tea waiter want to take a nap comfortably.

The fragrance is actually not good, but the more immersed in the tea mist, the more unstoppable, the little tea waiter looks at the pot of tea, just wondering what it tastes like.

Chu Fengci looked at his expression and asked, "Fourteen bamboo cups are ready?"

The tea attendant whispered in shame: "...... Just made thirteen. ”

"Drop your head and make up a number?"

“…… Refuse. ”

The tea waiter began to do the hard work without wages with tears, and just after grinding fourteen bamboo cups, he sent them to Chu Feng porcelain.

Chu Fengci was picking candied fruit, and when he heard his movements, he glanced back at him. A pair of bamboo chopsticks lifted the crystal clear honey-stained kumquat, and the golden silk thread opened a very thin one, and fell on the white porcelain plate layer by layer.

"Wash it and bring it again. Chu Feng porcelain said.

The tea attendant ran to the spring, and was surprised to find that the gurgling spring was gushing up, almost submerging a stone field.

He didn't dare to delay any longer, and after washing off the crumbs in the bamboo cup with a clear spring, he wiped the droplets of water that were dripping down with his cuffs as he walked. When he walked to the sandalwood table, he put it on in turn, and looked at Chu Feng porcelain with anticipation.

Chu Fengci put down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and groped for the shape of the bamboo cups one by one. I saw fourteen bamboo cups of large and small, uneven thickness, uneven height, which made Chu Fengci feel emotional.

“…… Great work. ”

The tea attendant was flattered: "It's not hard, it's not hard." ”

"I said bamboo cups. ”

“…… Oh. ”

Although the bamboo cup was a little rough, Chu Feng porcelain still asked the tea waiter for the short knife and carved a mark on one-third of the bamboo cup.

After carving in turn, Chu Feng porcelain picked up the honey-stained kumquat that he had just picked and put it at the bottom of the bamboo cup.