Chapter 16 Collect My Rivers and Mountains

When the hot air came out of the mouth of the bottle, Fang Qiong stretched out her orchid finger, pinched the bottle and lifted it, poured hot water into the four bowls, and put the badminton bamboo whisk into the cylinder again, and was also drenched with hot water. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Fang Qiong poured out the remaining water in the bottle, poured in some more water, and put it on the tandoor to continue to burn.

Oh--! I see, no wonder there is a crack on the bottle, it turns out to be caused by thermal expansion and cold contraction. This Fang Qiong is a good thing. I have to think of a way to get this set of things, and put it in the future to be an antique, and the antique is the most valuable. Selling such a set, you can earn yourself for a few lifetimes.

When hot air came out of the mouth of the bottle, Fang Qiong pinched her thin neck and removed the bottle and put it on the grinding plate. Reaching out and pulling out a silk bag from the compartment of the lid of the box, he opened it to reveal a black mass, round, but incomplete, with a third of it removed.

"Pu'er tea!" Gong Nian Huai shouted out a name, he was too familiar, his wife was just like this, saying that it has the effect of beautifying and delaying aging. Anyway, Gong Nian Huai has never seen a red-faced old woman, and the ageless mother-in-law is terrible.

"Nian Huai, this tea is a dragon group, with dragon ornaments, hence the name ear. This product is the dragon group Shengxue, which is the most precious. Tsk, Uncle Fang, four years ago, when Puyu was removed and awarded to Zhong Yixuan, he once tasted it. ”

Damn, can I still drink this tea after four years?

Pu'er tea is no problem for 14 years, and there is also black tea, which is more mellow for a long time. But that's because the process is different, and not all teas are durable.

What kind of dragon group wins snow, I haven't heard of it. There is also a dragon character in the name, I think it is from an extraordinary background. But no matter how extraordinary it is, it can't twist the physical properties. The emperor had to throw away the food he had eaten.

At this time, Fang Qiong seemed to be ignoring the outside world, and her body and mind were all on tea. Gong Yi Nianhuai suspected that Fang Qiong also had unfathomable martial arts, and Jin Daxia's sweeping monk was Fang Qiong's current appearance.

Fang Qiong broke off a small piece from the group tea, sandwiched it with a tweezer or something like that, and roasted it over and over again.

Gong Nian Huai didn't understand why the tea was roasted, and as for the heat, he couldn't figure it out.

People perform for free, watch it with your own eyes, and don't need money anyway. However, like the Song people, who pretended to be forced, in later generations, Gong Yi Nianhuai lived for a short time, and he really hasn't seen it yet.

Could it be that the Northern Song Dynasty pretended to be forced to pretend to be like this? It's been almost an hour, and the process seems to be more complicated when I just saw the tea, and the tea turned into water again.

Gong Nian Huai is ready to fight a protracted battle, isn't it just a night without sleeping, little meaning.

Fang Qiong put the roasted tea into a small roller, rolled it slowly, and after a while, he took a small basket of Luo Luo, that is, a sieve. If it doesn't leak, pour it into a small roller and roll it again, and then sift it again.

Anyway, Gong Nian Huai was already numb, and as for how Fang Qiong conjured up a bunch of tools, Gong Nian Huai was not interested in knowing for a long time. Even if Fang Qiong finally conjured a dinosaur, he couldn't be shocked by the loss of Nian Huai.

Is this elegance? Is this tasteful? Is this the mood?

Nima's, half of the land has been lost, and the grave can't find the grave goods on the tomb during the Qingming Festival, and he is still playing elegant here.

The more I looked at it, the more angry I became, but I had to endure it. Who is himself, an outsider of unknown origin. It doesn't matter if people show off or what, it's good intentions, and this kindness has to be carried by themselves, and they must be carried by themselves.

If you can't find a grave when you go to the grave, it has nothing to do with your own dime.

Oh, Fang Qiong's water bottle is steaming on the tandoor again. The detail of boiling water after roasting tea was ignored by Gong Nian Huai.

"A boil, chirping like a thousand cicadas. Listen quietly, listen to it, hehe. When the three boils, Uncle Fang is about to order tea. ”

I haven't started ordering tea yet! Dare to love Fang Qiong has been busy for so long, it's still foreplay! Damn, it's really a donkey.

"Two boiling, suddenly there are thousands of trucks loaded. Nian Huai, Uncle Fang's kung fu is here. ”

Meng Heng made a cameo to explain.

"Three boiling, the pine wind blows the stream water, up--" With Meng Hui's voice, Fang Qiong's movements floated up, pinching the thin neck of the bottle, and a stream of boiling water went straight into the fine cup.

It turned out that Fang Qiong poured the sifted tea foam into the fine pot at some point, and the boiling water poured it in, and a mist came out.

Fang Qiong put down the bottle, picked up the badminton bamboo whisk, and stirred it in the tea. No wonder, there is a layer of white foam in the tea, and there are more and more fine foams, and they do not overflow when they are at the mouth of the cup.

"Nianhuai, please look, it's out."

Gong Nian Huai craned his neck and leaned forward, watching Fang Qiong stirring around in the tea with a badminton bamboo whisk.

Weird!

"Take--me--river--mountain!" Gong Yi read Huai word by word. He was stunned, these four words were mixed by Fang Qiong with a badminton bamboo whisk.

This, this, the public lost the Huai petrified.

Fang Qiong put the thin neck bottle on the tandoor again, put down the bamboo whisk, and picked up the thin pot with both hands, Gong Nian Huai thought that Fang Qiong was going to hand it to him, so he quickly stood up, retreated, and stretched out his hands to pick it up.

Fang Qiong ignored him, raised the thin cup above his head, and nodded two points towards the dark and gloomy sky, and then, holding the sleeve of his robe in one hand and the thin cup in the other, his wrist flicked, and with a bang, the tea melted into a mist and floated in the air.

What does this mean? Tea was originally a ritual, not for drinking. Why do you want to show yourself this ritual? Inexplicable!

Collect my rivers and mountains, do you use tea foam to collect them, or badminton bamboo whisks to collect them?

As soon as Gong Nian Huai saw the four words of receiving me rivers and mountains, he didn't understand what it meant. Understood, even more contemptible!

Fang Qiong's trick, how do you look like a dancing god, the form is different, and the essence is almost the same.

Meng Heng's father and son also stood up, Meng Zhijing's chest fell together, and his little face was red, it seemed that he had been encouraged. Looking at his father, he is much calmer.

Gong Nian Huai almost typed out with a yawn, he was going to go back to rest, and after watching a night of playing, he didn't even mix his saliva, but fortunately he still had a bottle and a half of water. Drink it when you get back, don't keep it.

Fang Qiong put the thin pot back, picked up the bottle of boiling water, and filled a thin pot with water.

Gong lost Nianhuai and looked at it, yes, I have to watch it. If you remove those things that are empty and brainy, and only look at the writing on the tea foam, you can still look at it.

Gong Nian Huai's neck stretched out again, wanting to see what Fang Qiong would write this time, and he wouldn't be so bored that he would write about me in the four fine cups.

"Yellow River!" Fang Qiong didn't write this time, and typed a figure on the white foam, a few big words, which couldn't be more obvious.

Meng Hui glanced at Gong Yi Nian Huai, "Nian Huai actually knows that this tea is Uncle Fang's mind." ”

Fang Qiong put the bottle on the tandoor again, looked at Gong Nian Huai, and didn't speak.

Is this what you drink? What's polite, drink! I don't care what kind of shape you make, it's the Yellow River, it's the king cobra, and I drink it too. Thirsty!

Gong Yi Nianhuai picked up the fine cup, didn't look at it, raised his neck, and put a fine cup of tea in his mouth, not swallowing.

Fang Qiong gave Meng Hui another shot, and Gong Yi Nianhuai puffed out his cheeks and looked at it, this time it was a mountain, I couldn't tell which mountain it was, anyway, it wasn't the Himalayas, and the Song people probably didn't know where this mountain was.

Meng Hui quietly drank the tea in the fine cup. Arching his hand towards Fang Qiong, he turned around and left.

Fang Qiong slowly packed up the tea set, and Meng Zhijing and Gong Nian Huai didn't know whether to help or not. Just stood stunned until Fang Qiong hugged the camphor wood box and went to the backyard from the other side.

"Brother, how does the tea taste?" As soon as Fang Qiong left, Meng Zhijing came over.

"Oh?" Gong Yi Nianhuai then remembered that Fang Qiong had been busy all night, so he ordered three teas, one cup didn't know if it was given to heaven and earth or ancestors, anyway, it was spilled, the second cup was drunk by himself, and the third cup was given to Meng Hui, and then, oh, it was scattered. Meng Zhijing has no part!

"It's good, it's really good. Soft and sweet on the palate. ”

"Where's the throat?"

"Into the throat? Hehe, the little brother has a short neck, and it will enter the stomach as soon as it enters the mouth, and it will be tasteless when it enters the stomach. Brother Meng, the little brother is going to sleep, you? Okay, together. The two of them carried a wooden bucket back to the backyard, washed and washed up casually, and went back to their rooms.

At the end of this day, I was really tired of losing Nianhuai, and I was both physically and mentally tired. As soon as the body is next to the bed, the body and mind enter a deep state of rest.

Sentimental? Hypocrisy can't fall from the sky, and it will only arise when there is great abundance of material and there is nothing to do with it, and there is a group of mud legs around it.

slept until midnight, and the crackling sound in Gong Nianhuai's room was endless, "Nima's, this mouth is too mouthful, dare to bite my mouth, I'll let you bite, snap, I'll let you bite, oops, nose." ”

This body is very young, and it is at a time when the biological clock is very sensitive. It's just that the biological clock at this time is used to protect the body and ensure that the body can grow healthily. So as soon as you lie down, your body immediately enters a state of deep rest.

But the brain can't make it, and if it doesn't work, it has to follow the body, and the body and mind can't be separated. The mosquitoes in the middle of the night finally made the body react, hey, the lips hurt so much, Gong Nian Huai couldn't stop scolding the mosquitoes, where is the tender bite, and I live in this yard with my youth, right?

It really didn't work, Gong Nian Huai got up from the bed, stepped on the bed board and jumped high to fight mosquitoes. The mosquito buzzes at you, you pounce on it, it finds a place to lie down, and it doesn't say a word, in the dark room, you can't see it, let alone destroy the body.

When you stopped, the mosquitoes buzzed again, as if to say, "If you can't catch me, if you can't bite me, I'll bite you." Still beating me? I'll go again and see who consumes whom. ”

Gong lost Nian Huai's anger, aren't you arrogant, okay, I'll come to biochemical warfare to see who fights whom.

Gong Nian Huai pulled with both hands, found the backpack, took out the Liushen Flower Water from the bag, and sprayed, "I will kill you, I will kill you." ”

Gong Nian Huai didn't hear the sound of mosquitoes sneezing, but he didn't hear the sound of mosquitoes screaming, so he should be able to stop for a while.