After a few of them sat down, Su Zhongkang also began to make tea. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He doesn't have too many fancy movements, he doesn't have a series of red tape, and he doesn't need to let himself meditate first, all his actions are so common-sense.

The only thing that's amazing is that his movements are almost all in one go. When he put the tea leaves in the teapot, the boiling water in the clay pot was just boiling; When he poured all the tea soup in the teapot into the teacup in turn, the tea soup in all the teacups was just eight points full, no more, no less.

"He is worthy of being a star tea artist, and his control over the rhythm of making tea is really beyond ordinary people." At this time, the bodyguard on Su Bo'an's left side was already full of admiration for Su Zhongkang.

He had to admit that this was the most pleasing tea art he had ever seen. During the period, there was no trace of tea soup spilled on the tea tray, the whole set of actions did not drag mud and water, it was so neat that even OCD patients could not find a flaw, after reading it, it made people feel comfortable.

Su Zhongkang's tea art amazed everyone present, except for Su Bo'an.

At this time, Su Bo'an still looked indifferent, as if everyone or everything in this teahouse could not arouse his interest.

He glanced at the tea sets and said, "The most valuable thing in your teahouse should be this one." If you don't mind, I'll come over next time to bring you a set of black kiln tea sets from Fusang, which must be much more high-end than your tea set, that's ......"

"No, you don't. I'm still more accustomed to using tea sets from Huaxia. Su Zhongkang directly rejected Su Bo'an's kindness, and then beckoned others to tea.

Su Bo'an originally wanted to continue, but after being interrupted by Su Zhongkang, he paused, but he still insisted on continuing: "The black kiln tea set over there in Fusang is also imitating the style of the black kiln of the Song Dynasty in China, and it is realistically imitated. It's still worth a lot, and it's not just anyone who can buy it. ”

"What you said is the tea cup of the kiln, it shines very brightly in the Song Dynasty, up to the emperor and the prince, down to the foreign masters, they are all proud to have a set of black porcelain in the kiln." Li Hao doesn't like this guy who feels like himself, he always pretends to be upright, always thinking that he is a person with high taste, in fact, he can't even say the ancient porcelain of the kiln, it's really impossible to look at it directly.

"Yes, yes, yes. It's the name, I don't know if you still have some meaning, but these should be what you read in books. Su Bo'an glanced at Li Hao next to him, and then immediately moved his gaze to Su Zhongkang's side.

After Li Hao finished speaking, he directly picked up the teacup. He was a little annoyed that he had just said a word, but now he let him humiliate him, which was really kind and unrewarded. However, after seeing Su Bo'an's nonsense, he decided not to answer again, and it was more cost-effective to drink tea honestly. As soon as he said the next sentence, the two bodyguards opposite had drunk tea soup in advance.

However, if Li Hao knew that the tea bowls he touched every day were actually authentic Song Dynasty kiln tea cups, and their value could be thrown off those antique porcelain in Su Bo'an's mouth, it is estimated that he would not be so calm. With his character, he estimated that he would directly line up all those tea cups, and then take them one by one to hit Su Bo'an's face, and he had to say while beating, what kind of big-tailed wolf did you pretend to be, I really regarded Li Kui as Li Kui, and now let you see the real Li Kui's two-plate axe, see if you have a thick skin or a thick two-plate axe.

Of course, these scenarios can only exist in his imagination. For him, as long as he is allowed to drink the tea soup made by Su Zhongkang himself, he will not pay attention to anything.

In fact, during this time, Li Hao often drank the tea soup brewed by Su Zhongkang. As long as Su Zhongkang wants to drink tea, he will call Li Hao with him, which can not only let him learn more tea art, but also help him relax by the way.

The reason why Li Hao has persisted for so long and is happy to learn tea art every day is that to a large extent, he was really stimulated by Su Zhongkang. Because, as he became more and more familiar with the tea ceremony, he found that every time he drank the tea soup made by his master, he would feel different, even if he used the same kind of tea. Therefore, he has always taken Su Zhongkang as an example and wants to make himself like him.

From the moment Su Zhongkang asked him to sit down, he was looking forward to drinking this brew of Phoenix Dancong tea. After Su Zhongkang went on a business trip, he secretly went to learn about this tea, and after checking it, he became even more curious, because he felt that the evaluation of Phoenix Dancong tea on the Internet was too high.

However, when he actually drank it, he felt that those comments were really true. He doesn't think that the high-quality tea in the teahouse today is worse than him, but it deserves that kind of evaluation, it is really unique.

After all, Li Hao is a person who often drinks this level of tea soup, so even if he feels amazing when he drinks it, he is still able to control his emotions and not let himself behave too exaggeratedly.

And those two bodyguards didn't have the self-control he had, especially the one who took off his glasses, and after he exclaimed, his two copper bell-like eyes kept staring at the teacup in his hand. After he drank the tea soup in the teacup, he even took the teacup under his nose and sniffed it several times.

"It's the best tea I've ever had." The bodyguard nodded like garlic and said blankly. This is the first time he has drunk the tea soup made by the star tea master, and this experience will become his best memory.

Su Bo'an watched everyone start to taste tea, and no one responded to his words, so he also stretched out his hand. Just as he was about to lift the teacup, he heard something strange next to him. He sneered, and secretly cursed a few "soil buns" in his heart, he hated this kind of person who could drink a high "tide" even with a cup of tea, he had never seen the world at all.

In his memory, the definition of good tea was not so cheap. If the tea that can be easily drunk is good tea, then this good tea is really worthless.

This couldn't help but make him think that the tea soup he was most proud of was the one he was most proud of, and that could be called a good tea. In order to drink that tea, he began to prepare a week ago, he followed the few existences that could only let him look up, ate vegetarian fasting, recited Buddhist scriptures, bathed and changed clothes, and waited until the mood was completely silent, and then after climbing the mountain, he came to the ancient temple in the depths of the mountains and forests, and then bathed and changed clothes, and finally took a lot of effort to drink the most unforgettable tea soup in his life.

It was an old Zen master who made a cup of tea for them, and it was only one cup, but it made him have an endless aftertaste.