Chapter 15 Ordering Tea

"Tomorrow? Who said heaven," Gong Nian Huai pretended to be a ghost, a half-grown child whose body still seemed to be hovering on the edge of a little child, looking like he was in a good tone, which attracted people's hatred. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info that is, Wang Jian looks at him and pleases his eyes, follows him in everything, and maintains him. Otherwise, who cares about him.

"That's good, that's good. If there is anything else you need, Uncle Wang will not hesitate to help. Hehehe. ”

Before Wang Jian could continue, Meng Heng's gaze swept over, and Wang Jian hurriedly shut up. He didn't know which side to take.

It was a strange game for Wang Jian. Because they don't want to win, or it's in their best interest to lose.

"Ruizhi, put away your careful thoughts, you don't want to win, you can still distinguish which is more important. It depends on Nian Huai's ability, and how much ability he can learn from the Gong Lose clan. Well, the competition will be held the day after tomorrow, and the location will be placed on the test ground of the Academy. Ladies and gentlemen, the day after tomorrow will be taken by the hospital. Please! ”

That's a shame!

"Nianhuai, boy, it's up to you the day after tomorrow. The grandsons in the courtyard, hey, clean up for grandpa. When Jiang Hai was leaving, he took Gong Nian Huai's hand and gave them a good meal, but he was afraid that Gong Nian Huai would not be able to win them. In the end, he also gave Gongyi another task, which was to be angry. Gong Nian Huai hugged the half-old man out of the door with a bitter face.

Wang Jian didn't say anything, and slammed Gongyi Nianhuai on the front chest and back, looking like he wanted to make Gongyi Nianhuai into a piece of refined steel. Gong Nian Huai bent down and arched Wang Jian out of the gate like a plague god.

Gong Nian Huai just straightened his waist, and he was hit on his back again, who is this, and he has to send it? Who can afford to send this method.

"Nianhuai, it's all gone, come back."

Gong Nian Huai turned his head, Fang Qiong stood behind, looking at himself with a smile, and Meng Zhijing was still standing next to him, with a telescope in his hand, looking out of the gate.

"Ah, Uncle Fang, why don't you leave? No, I mean you're tired too, get some rest early. Hey, hey, hey. ”

"Where to go, I'll live in the backyard, boy, before you move out of this yard, let your Uncle Fang also touch your immortal energy. Return, and the Lord will command. With that, Fang Qiong pulled Gong Yi Nianhuai and walked back.

Meng Heng stood in front of the grinding plate with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Nian Huai, I didn't drink anything all night, Uncle Fang gave you some tea. Qingyuan, Qingyuan, please ask Uncle Fang for tea. Fang Qiong sent Gong Nian Huai to the stone bench and turned around to greet Meng Zhijing.

"Uncle Fang, Puyu hasn't seen you order tea for a long time, so today I will borrow the light of Huai to open my eyes." Meng Heng didn't look at the sky anymore and sat back in his original position.

Fang Qiong ignored Meng Heng, and at some point there was an extra rag in her hand, wiping the grinding disc vigorously.

Gong Nian Huai smacked his teeth at Meng Heng, but somehow, as soon as Jiang Hai and Wang Jian left, the atmosphere was a little weird, Fang Qiong seemed to have become the master, and Meng Hui was like a tenant borrowing someone's house.

"Nian Huai, this little tea technique, Uncle Fang and the others don't show it. Hehe, I can't wait. Meng Heng changed his style, and seemed to have become a greedy child, and he didn't want to open his mouth to eat, so he just sat there and drooled.

"Tea?" Gong Yi Nian Huai is very unfamiliar with the combination of these two Chinese characters. In later generations, people who are a little well-fed will find a teahouse to play tea art, which is called the tea ceremony. Gong Nian Huai has also been there a few times, but he didn't see any fame, and he was still expensive.

The tea ceremony seems to be very popular in the eastern archipelago, and the tea ceremony on the mainland is also authentic in the archipelago. Anyway, those who should drink tea continue to drink tea, and those who drink drinks have a lawsuit with those who sell drinks.

Gong lost Nianhuai to drink tea, but he didn't pay attention to it. You think, staying on the African continent, the sky is vast, and having a hot water to drink is to enjoy. Where is there still time to debate whether the tea ceremony is an archipelago or a mainland authentic. It is better to boil water in a kettle and make a pot of Mengding tea and drink it slowly.

Meng Zhijing walked over with a big camphor wooden box, Fang Qiong had already greeted him, took it with both hands, and held it in his arms, "This is also being carried around?" Hum! ”

Gong Nian Huai looked strange, Meng Zhijing smiled, scratched his head, and followed behind Fang Qiong, his eyes betrayed him, he was very excited.

Ordering tea, is it fun? Need to get excited?

Fang Qiong held the camphor wood box, carefully placed it on the grinding plate, looked down carefully, and looked at it carefully, as if he was doing a trick, there was an extra white cloth in his hand.

Muslin!

Fang Qiong gently wiped the box, and Gong Nian Huai looked at it, the box was very clean. Fang Qiong is not very old, not at the age of nostalgia. Looking at Fang Qiong's movements, Gong Nian Huai suddenly remembered his grandmother. Grandma's objects at home seem to be what Fang Qiong is like now.

After the box was wiped off, as soon as he raised his hand, Fang Qiong took off a small bag from his waist. There is nothing special about the small packet, but there are some vicissitudes. Like a bag for a mobile phone, without a zipper. Fang Qiong grabbed the mouth of the bag, pulled it out with both hands, and the mouth of the bag opened, and reached in and took out a copper spoon. Inserted into a copper lock on the box, twisted, and clicked open.

Fang Qiong took off the lock and put it aside, did not open the lid, picked up the muslin cloth, wiped it at the padlock again, and then lifted it up on both sides of the lid, and the lid opened silently.

The ritual form seems cumbersome and useless, and many people are also annoyed. Watching Fang Qiong wipe the lock and open the box one by one, Gong Nian Huai suddenly had a different feeling.

Originally, he watched some tea with the mentality of watching a play, but now it's different. A totemic solemnity rose from his heart, his face couldn't help but tighten, and he didn't dare to rub his ass on the stone bench, for fear of ruining the atmosphere.

Meng Heng was also sitting upright, staring at Fang Qiong's every movement.

Meng Zhijing seemed to be a little more free, his eyes were shining, full of excitement and curiosity, and he almost got started himself.

Gong Nian Huai took a look at it, and there were really a lot of things in the box.

The first thing that catches your eye is a bottle with a thin neck and a big belly. The azure color was covered with fine cracks, and Gong Nian Huai felt a pity when he saw it, such a good porcelain vase was actually cracked. If it is placed in the future life, how can this bottle be replaced with a house within the second ring road, alas, it's a pity!

And then there is a small red clay stove, which is not rare, and the father of the public loses Nianhuai has one, which is used for hot wine in winter. The style doesn't matter, it's easy to use. This is the philosophy of Gong Lose Nian Huai. Because of this, he was knocked on the head by his father. Anyway, like these pottery, porcelain, and jars, I haven't figured it out before.

There is also a square wooden box, the size of an ordinary chessboard, and I don't know what it contains. Look at the texture like a kind of precious wood, and you can't see it.

There is also a cylindrical cylinder in the corner, like a tea tube in later generations. I didn't open it, and I didn't know what treasure was in it.

There should be one more piece, in the lid of the box. Like the suitcases of later generations, there is a compartment. A corner peeked out of the mezzanine, and Gong Nian Huai couldn't guess what it was.

Fang Qiong held the bottom of the red clay furnace with one hand, pressed the top of the furnace with the other, took out the stove, and gently placed it on the grinding plate.

Since Fang Qiong opened the box, Meng Hui's eyes were a little exciting.

After Gong Nian Huai saw the objects in the box, his interest was greatly reduced, and his eyes only touched these few people.

Meng Heng's expression was the most exciting, and the moment the box was opened, Gong Yi Nianhuai saw Meng Heng's gaze burst into a bright light. Surprise, amazement, envy, greed, and contemplation shone on his face.

With both hands pressed on the grinding plate, his neck was stretched, and he looked like he was about to burst out at any time.

Gong Nian Huai guessed that Meng Heng had seen this box.

By the time Fang Qiong took out all the bottles and cans in the box, it had been almost two quarters of an hour, and Gong Nian Huai was already in tears, what's wrong? Sleepy! I didn't dare to yawn, so I had to hold back, and then my eyes turned into springs, and the water bubbled non-stop.

Meng Zhijing's eyesight came to him, and when Fang Qiong moved the thin-necked bottle out of the box, he ran away, and after a while, he brought two wooden buckets of water and put them next to the grinding plate. Then he lay on the grinding plate, supported the grinding plate with his elbows, and supported his cheeks with both hands, watching Fang Qiong carry the bottles and jars.

It's done, and it's been wiped. Fang Qiong didn't stop yet, and began to scrub with water again.

Gong Yi Nianhuai really can't wait, it's better to chat with this effort, or go back to their rooms to sleep.

The red clay stove was lit, and Gong Nian Huai didn't see where Fang Qiong got the fuel, it was estimated that it was not brought by Meng Zhijing, and with Fang Qiong's piety, the fuel would not be handled. Gong Nian Huai took a look, the fuel might be in the tandoor, Fang Qiong took it out when he wiped the tandoor, but Gong Nian Huai didn't see it.

Fang Qiong filled the bottle with some water and sat the bottle on the tandoor to burn it.

Looking at this bottle, Gong Nian Huai thought of the crow for a while, and then wanted to boil water in the future life, either with an iron kettle, or with an iron pot, but I had never seen a bottle to boil water. The Song people boiled water in bottles, because they were afraid that the crows would make trouble. If you don't understand, just watch.

When boiling water, Fang Qiong was not idle, and opened the square wooden box, and there were four small bowls inside, which should be called a cup. Anyway, I can't tell the difference between the public and the Huai.

Fang Qiong first rinsed it with water and carefully placed it on the grinding plate. Then he opened the cylinder, which was like the one in the tea tube of later generations, poured some water into it, grabbed something with three fingers, stirred it in it, and then grabbed something with three fingers and took it out of the cylinder and poured out the water in the cylinder.

"Badminton!" Gong Nian Huai saw clearly, Fang Qiong's three fingers were holding a badminton.

"Nian Huai, this thing is called bamboo whisk, and it is used for tea. It's not badminton. Meng Heng reminded.

"Oh." Gong Nian Huai muttered and didn't know what to say, staring at the badminton called Bamboo Whisk. How does it look like a badminton, but the feathers are replaced with bamboo chips.