Wei Xiaobao couldn't help but reply: "The tea breath in Wang Qianhao's tea bowl is still turbid, and it hasn't been stirred in place, for some reason, she put down the tea whisk in her hand and began to enter the next process?

The four elders on the stage did not say a word. The people in the crowd who preferred the tea king Wang Qianqin shot back unabashedly: "It's your turn to wait for the yellow-mouthed baby to speak in vain?!"

"Wei Xiaobao is not bad. ”

"Originally, this bucket of tea, for us laymen, one is for tea tasting, and the other is for appreciation. In this way, the tea art of the little scholar Qingwen is more charming. ”

A middle-aged man who knew a little about the art of tea stepped forward.

"Wouldn't it? It's the little scholar Qingwen who is too slow, which contrasts with the tea king Wang Qianqian's coming soon. ”

"When it comes to appreciation, Wang Qianhao's tea art is coherent, and the overall action exudes indescribable 'beauty', while the little scholar Qingwen's is a deep thought born under extreme quiet. The two are different, so I can't compare them......"

"Hehe, it's true that the little scholar Qingwen's tea art is thought-provoking, just watching, watching, and before I know it, I'm going to fall asleep. ”

People really have their own opinions.

......

Magu got up, staggered into the crowd, contrary to the usual coldness, and gave everyone a tea popularization education in a trembling tone, she told the story:

"Let me tell you, there are only two criteria for deciding the outcome of the tea fight. One is the color of the soup, the color of the tea. The general standard is pure white, and blue and white, gray and white, yellow and white are below.

"The color is pure white, indicating that the tea quality is fresh and tender, and the heat is just right when steaming; the color is blue, it indicates that the heat is insufficient when steaming; the color is gray, which is the reason why the heat is too old when steaming; the color is yellow, that is not timely picking; the color is red, and the roasting is too much.

"The second is Tanghua. This refers to the foam that rises from the noodle soup.

"To determine the quality of the soup flower, there are two criteria: the color of the soup flower is closely related to the color of the soup; after the soup flower is flooded, the early and late appearance of the water mark is a watershed, the early one is negative, and the late one wins. ”

Wei Xiaobao is not afraid of others saying that he is touting, he is now learning and selling, and borrowed the newly popularized knowledge of Magu and began to comment:

"Let me try to talk about it, first look at this tea fight, on the color of the soup, the two fairies have their own strengths: the tea king Wang Qianhao Miss tea is pure white, like the mountain Tianchi;

"Tang Hua," Wei Xiaobao didn't have any goods in his stomach, and he didn't feel it, he thought for a while, and honestly admitted: "I'...... I can't really say why. ”

Mapo's smile through the veil was still perceived, and she continued to patiently say to the descendants:

"Ordering the soup and whisking should be just right, if the soup flowers are even, such as 'cold porridge noodles', bite the edge of the pot, gather for a long time, this best effect, called 'bite the cup'. ”

"Tsk, this tea thing is really full. ”

Although Xiao Xizi had food, he didn't make it, and he was a difficult household to find a daughter-in-law, so like a mosquito, he whispered softly and secretly complained on the side.

"If you don't say it's all explained in that story: Jiao Da doesn't look down on Sister Lin. On weekdays, you can look down on Qingwen, a peasant girl, and you have never been pleasing to the second generation of landlords - Miss Wang Qianhao, right?" Xue Pan teased Xiao Xizi on the side.

"I don't know what it means to 'order soup', 'whisk', and 'bite the cup', I only know that our village is prosperous and yang, you see, these two fairy-like sisters can go up to the hall and the kitchen. ”

As soon as Xiao Xizi saw He Xue Pan, the mouse saw the cat, and immediately saw the wind and changed the tone of the rudder just now.

At this time, the tea king Wang Qianhao has directly entered the next stage: the whisk stage.

Thinking that she has been nourishing her mind in the high mountains and deep valleys and cliffs all the year round, and has already had some monkly demeanor outside the world, this tea art is probably her last little attachment to the world.

Perhaps, it is precisely because she does not seek standardization and moderation, but intends to be in the extreme realm, so Wang Qianqian can also surpass many peers and play and interpret each tea art to a higher level according to her own understanding.

The soup flowers are lingering, and the soup color is submerged and pure...... Her matcha stage movements are so beautiful......

It was as if the pouring rain had washed away the heat, as if a wall of mica had cooled the entire cliff......

People were fascinated.

At this time, the little scholar Qingwen completely entered a different state.

She patiently swirled, hit, and stirred the tea soup in the old porcelain, the rabbit jar, with the tea whisk, and waited quietly, waiting for the time when the soup would bloom in the tea bowl.

The little scholar Qingwen enjoyed the process completely, not avoiding the harassment of mosquitoes and flies, ignoring the whispers of the spectators, and not caring about the impatient attitude of the judges when looking at the light and shadow.

Tea, in her, seems to be her own little teenager's mind, and it has nothing to do with the outside world.

The tea powder spun rapidly in the pot......

The tea foam, which is innocent, light, even, and obscurant, is gathering little by little, and according to the natural characteristics and characteristics of tea, it is gathering almost invisibly, very slowly, naturally......

The speed in the little scholar Qingwen's hand became slower as the foam slowly gathered, and she was like a natural brainless child, unconsciously doing a seemingly static game action that would never stop, just spinning, hitting, and brushing little by little...... Spinning, striking, whisking...... Spinning, striking, whisking......

It seems like there is no end......

Until, until the edge of the tea soup, it began to flood like the noun in the poem, what is called, what ...... "meaning"...... Yes, the tea soup is like a Kong Ming lantern lighting up the dark Zhongyuan night, and it suddenly "bites" the wall of the porcelain.

The little scholar Qingwen smiled knowingly.

Then, she gently put away the tea whisk, and then, getting up, taking a step back, and bowing deeply to the judges.

She left the tea soup on the long case and gave everything to the tea soup herself.

The little scholar Qingwen left the wooden case, she allowed, allowed time to go to the tea cup to sketch her own tea love and poetry......

At this time, Wang Qianhao's tea had already been dedicated to the tea taster's long case.

Magu lifted the corner of the veil, took a sip, and then nodded knowingly.

Leng Ke took a sip of hot tea, and quietly, he exhaled a puff of white vapor, and for a while, the white vapor diffused, extended, and rose, generating a big "sigh" in mid-air.

Master Qingyun didn't make any moves, but there was a clear affirmation in his eyes when he looked at the teacup in his hand.

Just when everyone was infected by Wang Qianqing's skills and praised each other, the little scholar Qingwen also returned to the side of the long case, and it seemed that the time she recognized had arrived.

The little scholar Qingwen used the old porcelain pot that everyone saw as a little unbearable, and slowly poured a cup and a cup of tea.

In the porcelain cup, gradually, a "new" incense appeared.

This fresh, immature, spring dew-like tea fragrance turned into one petal and two petals...... Aerosol-like lotus petals......

Just when everyone's eyes were attracted to the cup of the little scholar Qingwen, Wang Qianqin walked over, and she forgot to read the tea fragrance of her sister Xiaoshu Qingwen at close range.

However, Tan Qianxuan turned around and sat down in front of her desk, but everyone couldn't read anything from her expression.

Everyone has long been accustomed to such a shocking and unchanging posture, and they default to this unique style of the tea king.