Different from the exquisite and magnificent Xinghua Building, the layout of the Drunkard Building can be described as simple and atmospheric.

As soon as you enter the door, the designer has the courage to give up the hall of every inch of land, and set it up as a spacious courtyard, where the sunlight is spread down like broken gold from above. In between, there are seemingly random stump-like seats. The red lacquer thick pillars, with the ink treasures left by the literati who came to take advantage of the interest, are even more simple and bold.

Looking up again, outside the box on the second floor, there are pothos with long stems and round leaves, and the plants are elegant, lush and green like a natural forest.

The wine is hot and humid, and after drinking here, there is no irritability and indulgence, only the eyes are cool.

Hu Shijiu couldn't help but sigh: "Good! ”

The old man laughed, "Miss Shen is really different. ”

"I don't know what the relationship between Miss Shen and Xinghualou is?" While speaking, the old man ordered his man to make a pot of tea for Hu Shijiu that he couldn't name.

"It's not a secret," Hu Shijiu shrugged his nose, "There is no origin." ”

The fragrance of tea is overflowing.

The old man stretched out his hand to pour a cup of tea for Hu Shijiu, and in every move, he was like a famous calligrapher waving ink, chic and relaxed. Hu Shijiu hurriedly thanked him and stretched out his hand to take it.

"It smells so good." She widened her eyes, turned the teacup, took a small sip, and said with a strange expression.

The old man laughed.

In the tea, Hu Shijiu could smell the familiar smell of plants, but it was a little different.

"Miss Shen is overrated. The tea smells fragrant, but it doesn't taste good. ”

Hu Shijiu immediately grinned and nodded desperately. "Indeed!"

Where is it not so simple to eat, it is clearly the most difficult Chinese medicine to drink!

The old man smiled and poured some hot water into the pot.

At that time, people liked to grind tea leaves and add various ingredients such as salt to make tea.

The old man's way of making tea is really a little weird.

As the hot water slowly poured into the pot, the initial rich aroma gradually became dark and floating.

The old man stretched out his hand and motioned for Hu Shijiu to taste it again. Hu Shijiu took a deep breath, the smell just now, she had a headache when she thought about it, however, the fragrance in the air was even more different than Fang Cai. She gritted her teeth and threw her head back.

"Huh?" Hu Shijiu looked at the old man with round eyes, "Uncle, can I have another drink?" ”

The old man smiled and nodded.

Hu Shijiu lifted the teapot, and moved his nose imperceptibly, the aroma was refreshing. She didn't turn the cup this time, the gesture that seemed to be full of curiosity just now was just to hide that she was carefully using her sense of sight and smell to distinguish whether there was anything in the tea that would endanger her. Fortunately, except for the strange taste, nothing else is unusual.

So at this moment, she just took a deep breath and immersed herself in this beautiful soothing scent.

She held the teacup flat, paused slightly, and then took a small sip of the tea.

This time, the tea is still a little bitter, but it is bitter and sweet.

Hu Shijiu slowly put down the cup, and watched the old man refill the pot for the third time.

This time, the fragrance in the air is lighter, however, this aroma is different from the original gorgeous, and the middle is rich, with a hint of bitter taste.

It's mint, but it's not that cold. It's osmanthus, and it's not that sweet.

Hu Shijiu remembered a butterfly he saw under the tree a long time ago, it was colorful, flapping its wings gently, far and near, with the color of a dream but could not touch it.

In the third lamp, there is no bitterness at all, only a faint fragrance and sweetness.

Tea leaves that have worked so hard must be extremely precious.

Hu Shijiu stood up and saluted respectfully. "Thank you, sir."

The old man raised his hand to signal that Hu Shijiu did not need to be polite.

"Miss Shen can drink the difference in the second lamp, which has impressed the old man."

The second one is much sweeter and more moisturizing than the first, which is not difficult to tell. Hu Shijiu felt strange, but he didn't say it.

As if seeing Hu Shijiu's doubts, the old man smiled and said: "This tea is called 'Hanmei'", taking its "plum blossom fragrance from the bitter cold".

"There is nothing unusual about the materials, pine needles, plum blossoms, and chrysanthemums", the old man talked eloquently.

"And 'bamboo leaves'." Hu Nineteen said.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and his originally calm and breezy expression suddenly lost control of excitement. "Miss Shen can actually taste the taste of bamboo leaves!"

Hu Shijiu smiled embarrassedly, "Actually, I smell it." ”

Finally, the faint fragrance that is different from the fragrance of flowers, Hu Shijiu recalled for a long time, is the smell of bamboo.

The old man shook his head frequently, wanting to take a step forward, but he was afraid of scaring Hu Shijiu, so he finally sighed with his palms, "This tea is expensive to bake with purple bamboo leaves and brew it with Lingshan Spring." Supplemented by a special technique, Miss Shen was able to understand the mystery of the ingredients in a moment. No wonder Xinghualou had to spend such a big price and did everything he could to find Miss Shen. ”

Speaking of Xinghualou, Hu Shijiu couldn't help but be a little vigilant. She quietly looked at the door of the box, and secretly wondered if she should run away if the situation changed, or should she talk openly and honestly with them.

The old man seemed to be able to see through Hu Shijiu's intentions, and hurriedly stretched out his hand and said, "Miss Shen doesn't need to panic, she is too old to talk." ”

"I wonder if Miss Shen can listen to what the old man said?"

A few words? Do you want a few words?

Hu Shijiu still refused to sit down, something was wrong, and she couldn't help but be vigilant, "Uncle, please speak." ”

"This tea is unique to my drunken man's building, and there are very few people who can taste it on weekdays."

Hu Shijiu just wanted to open his mouth to thank him, but he heard the old man continue: "It's not old and stingy, although this tea is precious, it is only tea after all. ”

Although the atmosphere was tense, Hu Shijiu couldn't agree with this. After all, food is only for the service of human beings. If you put the cart before the horse, focusing only on color and aroma, and ignoring the taste, it is just a bunch of gorgeous discarded decorations.

Speaking of which, it seemed that the warmth in the room made the old man a little depressed, he slowly stood up, pushed open the window hard, and outside the window, the slightest breeze mixed with the cold air of winter, gently blew into the warm room, and brushed people's cheeks. It's a little cozy.

"It's hard to find a soulmate. Many people are attracted by the aroma of this tea when it is first brewed, but after tasting the bitter and astringent taste. I refused to drink the second cup. The old man seemed to be immersed in his own memories, and the open-minded optimism just now could not help but give birth to a sense of melancholy when he said this.

Hu Shijiu remembered his experience just now and smacked his tongue secretly.

She couldn't help but ask, "In that case, why don't you make this tea sweet and delicious from the beginning?" ”

Thinking back to the third tea just now, there was a hint of sweetness floating in the coldness, although it was thin, but it was mouth-watering.

"Good question!" The old man was looking out the window with his hands down, but at this time, hearing Hu Shijiu's question, he turned around from the window and looked at Hu Shijiu with blazing eyes.

"Bitterness is over, and it is sweet."

(The power went out in the rain, and the call just came in until now.) Sorry, sorry. If the power supply is normal, the second watch is still at 10 p.m. ）