In the gazebo, a small delicate copper stove had already made a charcoal fire, and Chen Guang scooped a spoonful of spring water with a long-handled spoon and poured it into the kettle on the copper stove. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is basically the same as the process of boiling tea, when the water is boiling, they will pour the ground tea leaves, and after boiling, it will be black like traditional Chinese medicine, whether it is the appearance or taste, it is very different from the tea in Chen Guang's impression. At this time, the tea leaves are somewhat similar to Pu'er, they are all made into tea bricks, and a piece is cut off when used, but the ancient people still have to mash the lump of tea leaves cut off into powder, which makes Chen Guang very incomprehensible.

On Chen Guang's side, there are not only Min'er and Zhou Zhiruo, but also a few maids, as well as Sun Shangzi, a doorman.

His Royal Highness the King of Jin personally brewed tea, which is a rare thing, but he has never seen His Royal Highness the King of Jin make tea, will he?

At the moment when everyone was suspicious, someone found a difference, because Chen Guang did not put the tea into the boiling kettle, it was really strange, this water had to be boiled, and there was no tea and salt and ginger, orange peel, mint, jujube and other things, when would it be? It seems that His Royal Highness the King of Jin really doesn't know how to make tea. There was a maid who almost couldn't help but remind His Royal Highness King Jin, but if she thought about it, forget it, if she offended His Royal Highness King Jin, it would be terrible.

Not only this maid, Min'er and Zhou Zhiruo also found that Chen Guang made different tea from usual, Min'er used to be in her hometown with butter tea and milk, and she didn't know much about the tea culture of the Central Plains, but this week Zhiruo grew up eating tea, she saw in her eyes, the water had boiled at this time, if you don't put things in, I'm afraid it won't taste good. Although I had long heard Chen Guang say that this tea was different, I didn't expect that even the order of boiling tea was different.

Tea in this era is far from being cultural, or endowed with some kind of elegant meaning, in essence, it is nothing more than because rich and noble families generally want to eat mutton, and these meats are often difficult to digest, must eat tea, dredge the stomach, as for adding orange peel, salt, mint, dates and the like, it is nothing more than according to individual tastes. Although this is also called tea, the essence is actually just soup, a soup with tea.

The water was boiling, and Chen Guang took the teapot that he had made according to the drawings drawn by Sun Shangzi years ago, opened the lid, and threw some tea leaves made according to Chen Guang's request into it.

Many people are still seeing Chen Guang's tea for the first time, and in their cognition, the so-called tea is just a smashed tea ball, slimy, like a small briquette. And what Chen Guang took out was completely different from the tea that everyone knew, it was like a withered and dried twig, but it was too small to say that it was a branch, even if it was not much thicker than an embroidery needle.

After the boiling water in the pot gradually settled, Chen Guang put the tea leaves into the coffee table and brewed with water.

When he brewed, his body leaned slightly, the tea came out from the spout, the tall and thin water slanted out, the hot water entered the cup, the tea suddenly tumbled, and bursts of white smoke rose.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but straighten, just because of the beauty that Chen Guang showed, and then intertwined with the tea leaves and hot water in this cup, there was an indescribable feeling.

Such elegance, indifference, tranquility and the gentle sound of water are so wonderful.

It seems that all of a sudden, everyone has returned to the countryside in the "Book of Songs", and it seems to feel the leisurely and carefree feeling of the Wei and Jin dynasties.

Since the past dynasties, whether it is a celebrity or a high-ranking man, what he pursues is not that kind of noise, which is the atmosphere that has evolved from the pre-Qin period to the present, after countless tempering.

As a result, there was the "Book of Songs" in the idle mouth of those doctors chanted "Rank and rank Sigan, secluded South Mountain." Such as bamboo buds, such as pine trees. So there is the deep mountain indulgence of the seven sages of the bamboo forest, and Tao Yuanming's chrysanthemum picking goes southeast.

This kind of elegance in the bones is indescribable, but now...... This is the feeling, Chen Guang's every move, and the clear boiling water quietly falling, the boiling water melts the dry and hard tea leaves, and the tea leaves begin to stretch, isn't this kind of quiet change?

The scene fell silent all at once, even the wind quieted down, and only the sound of water pouring from the kettle into the teapot could be heard.

All the people stared at the scene intently, it was almost like admiring an art.

A fresh fragrance came out.

This fragrance is not strong, but it seems to surround the tip of the nose, as if it is absent, but it lingers.

This kind of tea fragrance makes people inhale gently, as if they are in the mountains and flowing water, on the side of the gurgling stream, burning incense and playing the piano, listening to the birds, and feeling the fragrance that is not there, this feeling makes people crispy to the bones.

Ya, it's too elegant, it's hard to describe it, but everyone knows that what Chen Guang is doing now is elegant, the kind of pleasing to the eye, that kind of heart-to-heart fit, is elegant.

Tea leaves toss and turn in boiling water, like dancing elves.

On the table, there are also several glasses made of crystal, which are not much different from modern glasses in terms of transparency, carved from a single piece of transparent crystal.

Chen Guang pinched the teapot, lifted it, held the lid of the pot, tilted me slightly, and a tea soup with a slight interweaving of light green and cyan was poured into the glass, and the tea was in contact with the air, exuding a richer aroma, and everyone here couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, not strong, but this fragrance is unique.

At this time, many people were attracted by this fragrance, and their eyes watched directly as Chen Guang carefully poured the tea from the teacup into the cup, and the tea residue was left in the teacup.

This is a clear tea soup, crystal clear, at first glance, giving people a comfortable visual enjoyment.

It's also tea.

Many people's perception of tea has been shaken.

In this era when tea is still boiled, the kind of turbid and strong tea tea is the tea soup they know, and like this, it exudes a faint fragrance, and it is such an elegant way to make tea, and then to this crystal clear liquid, which suddenly subverted all their understanding.

A pot of tea was brewed like this. The previous tea was boiled, and for Chen Guang, it was just a bowl of soup with a strange taste, and only the one he made today was called tea.

Thinking about how long it had been since he had drunk such tea, Chen Guang couldn't help but look forward to it. Moreover, this tea is also the first time that those workers have made it, and no one dares to guarantee how it tastes now, which has aroused people's desire to taste it even more.

Chen Guang asked people to bring a few small cups, and several maids around him also got a cup. For these subordinates, being able to drink the tea brewed by the master himself is definitely a blessing for three lives.

Zhou Zhiruo picked up a cup.

When the tea is closer, the tea fragrance is even stronger, but this aroma is not like incense, although it is strong, it is still that kind of fragrance. Zhou Zhiruo leaned up with the tip of his nose, took a sip gently, and suddenly felt refreshed, his eyes lit up, and he carefully sipped his lips on the rim of the cup and took a sip of tea gently.

A slight trace of bitterness came to the tip of her tongue, and Zhou Zhiruo frowned slightly, but in an instant. A rush of aftertaste slammed into her taste buds, a sharp sensation permeated her body, the tea entered her throat, and the aftertaste began to reverberate. A mellow and smooth sensation appears on the tip of the tongue.

This feeling is indescribable, but there is a faint, faint sweetness, but there is some bitterness. There is a fragrance between the mouths.

Partial life is this indescribable feeling, but it gives people an endless aftertaste.

Zhou Zhiruo continued to drink.

At this time, the taste is different again, because the taste buds have already tasted that trace of bitterness. So the bitter taste has dissipated, and with it a strong mellow and smooth feeling.

It's hard to imagine that a cup of tea can have so many flavors. The tea soup cooked before is bitter, spicy, sour, and also has a lot of flavors, but so many flavors are all poured into the mouth, there is no layer, and it is very chaotic.

And today, this tea is layered, as if the taste is lined up, and the emphasis is on the first come, first served, little by little presented in the mouth.

It's a taste that makes people fall in love with it at once.

Drinking tea is addictive.

Chen Guang had never drunk tea before, and when he was young, how could he have the leisure to do this, either drinking plain water or various drinks such as cola milk. Until one day, a friend of his, who was in the tea business, gave him a small bag of Zhengshan seeds from Wuyi Mountain, and drank it once, and the taste made him want to stop. Since then, his friend has looted a large amount of real money from him, and he has discovered that this Temo is different from the opium smuggled in the Qing Dynasty? It's all addictive stuff.

Since then, no matter what, he will leave part of his energy to make tea, drink tea, and taste tea. Later, he tried several kinds of tea, but his favorite was the mellow aroma of rotten sweet potatoes in Zhengshan Xiaozhong.

For this reason, he changed his pen name to Wang Zhengshan. The old king next door, the small species of Zhengshan, the combination of two swords, is invincible in the world.

Min'er also drank a little, and suddenly her eyes lit up, this tea, compared with the previous one, is completely subversive, completely subversive.

"How's it going, does it taste good?" Chen Guang picked up a cup, smelled the taste, felt almost the same, and knew that the taste should not be much worse, so he said.

He also took it, took a sip, and tasted it carefully, this taste, I can't say what I feel, and the taste of other teas he has drunk is a little different, but it is still within the acceptable range, so it would be good for the tea technician to hone more in the future. The most important thing is that compared with the tea soup cooked in this era, this tea is definitely at the level of elixir and jade dew.

I don't have to be tortured by boiling tea in the future, it's really cool. (To be continued.) )