Shao Qingsong raised his eyebrows, and Shi Ran praised: "This dried osmanthus is as bright as broken gold, fragrant and fragrant, it took a lot of work, right?" ”

With Yao Huan present, Zeng Wei certainly didn't want her to see her carving of Shao Qing.

Hearing Shao Qing take the initiative to show his compliment, Zeng Wei's tone was also warm: "That's true." My mother loved Tao Yuanminggong's style of speech, and she was more interested in his farming style after returning to the countryside, so she usually did many cooking things in the house. ”

He turned to Yao Huan and said: "Huan'er, my mother knows that you and your second sister-in-law are very particular about eating, so this year, after she ordered someone to lay these cinnamon, put them on a fine-pored bamboo sieve, scoop the well water one by one, wash and screen it with flowing water, and after the sand ash is gone, it is necessary to carefully remove the rotten ones before putting them on the stone plate and drying them with firewood." When baking, it is also inseparable, Qinghe has been staring, the fire should not be too strong, in case the cinnamon appears black. ”

Qinghe was diligently grinding the tea powder of the little phoenix group, but she still left most of her mind for Shiro, ready to assist at any time.

Seeing Zeng Wei's meaningful gaze sweeping over, Qinghe hurriedly joked: "Yes, Yao Niangzi can see these two long nails left by the slave?" It was also instructed by the lady that when screening cinnamon, you should not pinch it with your hands, but use your fingernails, so as not to twist the petals with the heat on your body. ”

Zeng Wei nodded: "Mother's move is very orderly, and when picking good tea, it is only allowed to be broken with nails." Of course, the subtlety of the imperial tea making method is not only at the time of picking, otherwise, this is only a small phoenix group weighing five dollars, how can it be a piece of gold or two. ”

Yao Huan couldn't help but be speechless when he heard it.

She came back from receiving two gold ingots from the palace the day before yesterday, and her aunt Shen Fuzhi mentioned that one gold ingot is equal to ten yuan, which is equivalent to the purchasing power of 13,000 yuan in later generations according to the current price of rice.

At this moment, looking at Qinghe, after mashing the tea cake, it is necessary to grind, and after grinding, it is necessary to use a tea sieve to sieve some fragments of leaf stems and tendons, and it is inevitable to lose some tea powder between the wrists.

Yao Huan only felt that the dusty tea powder scattered under the sun was all about burning money!

Why do you grind so finely? Can't you just soak it and drink it? No matter how Yao Huan respects the elegant hobbies of the people of the Northern Song Dynasty, he can't help but feel pity.

Or coffee beans are good, good quality and low price, and the amount is full. No matter how good the coffee powder is, 5o grams doesn't cost ten taels of gold!

By the way, if it weren't for Zeng Wei's unexpected arrival, Yao Huan would have remembered that he would have taken advantage of Shao Qing's door today to ask him about finding coffee beans.

Over there, Qinghe seemed to have finally made up the tea, put the three black and purple rabbit hair building lamps in the tea tray, respectfully presented them to Zeng, Shao, and Yao, and turned around to get a soup bottle, a bowl of water, a bamboo tea whisk and a thin pointed bamboo stick.

Zeng Wei's eyebrows moved, and his eyes were full of excitement.

He first poured a small amount of boiling water into one of the building cups, picked up the tea whisk, hung his fingers around his wrist, pounded the tea powder at the bottom of the pot into a paste, and then washed the boiling water three or four times, washed it once, and when he rushed to the last time, the wrist strength of the tea whisk suddenly increased, and the speed was extremely fast, and the tea whisk flew like a wheel.

Yao Huan was stunned and confused.

In her previous life, she liked the guzheng, and among the guzheng artists, she preferred to watch men play. A master male guzheng player, the dexterity of his fingers is in no way inferior to that of a woman, and the strength of the small joints is even more breathtaking.

Zeng Wei's performance of firothing tea with bamboo whisk is the same. Ingenuity and strength coexist, momentum and elegance are both, so gripping!

In an instant, a thick layer of light yellow tea foam appeared in the building lamp.

Shao Qing on the side was also watching intently, and he was a little surprised when he saw that the tea foam was not like a white snow milk flower.

This son of the Zeng family, just insisted on keeping himself to drink a cup of tea, and he was quite proud in his words, showing that he was very confident in his own tea fighting skills, how could he make this color of foam? And he seemed to be quite satisfied.

Yao Huan, a layman in the Northern Song Dynasty tea art, thought that the tea had been foamed, and the tea was finally done, so he pushed the second Jianzhan in front of Zeng Wei.

Zeng Wei stared up at her, his eyes were deep, and his voice was like a magnetic shock: "Don't worry, it's not over yet." ”

His voice was so gentle and moving, Yao Huan was shocked when he said it, and his hands froze.

Naturally, Mr. Shao, who was also forced to eat melons...... Chest tightened.

Zeng Wei put down the bamboo whisk, twisted the thin bamboo strip again, soaked some water in the tip, tried to dip it on the tea foam a few times, and then used the bamboo as the pen and the foam as the paper, and began to paint skillfully and confidently.

When the clear water at the tip of the bamboo is like a lit magic machine, when it falls lightly, the light yellow tea powder is dissolved, and the snow-white tea foam at the bottom is flooded up, becoming the outline of various scenes in the painting.

The golden court jade steps, carved and dry, faintly. The moon in the sky, the beautiful trees in the courtyard, are clear.

On the foam, the autumn night is slightly cool and the water is slightly cool, and the moon shadow is clear and sparse like a dream.

After Zeng Wei closed the momentum, he turned the bamboo pen upside down, used its dry end, went to the white porcelain pot and picked a handful of dried osmanthus, shook it against the Jianzhan pine, and the osmanthus fell on the canopy.

The corners of Zeng Wei's mouth finally showed a smile like a masterpiece, and he carefully picked up the tea cup and put it in front of Yao Huan.

Huan'er still remembers that at the West Garden Elegant Collection in Wang Yuma's Mansion, Li Qingzhao, the youngest daughter of Li Xiaoshu, composed a poem "Osmanthus Words", even Yan Gong was amazed, and the rest of the words were wasted? The fourth uncle's favorite is two of them: Mei Ding is jealous, and Ju Ying is ashamed. The opening of the painting crown Mid-Autumn Festival. Today, I will play a tea hundred opera, draw these two sentences, and try it. ”

Since Yao Huan liked history, customs or utensils in his previous life, he naturally dabbled in some and knew about the tea operas painted by the Song people on the tea foam.

It turned out that Zeng Wei today did not simply order tea, but also made a hundred tea operas after ordering tea.

After Yao Huan came, he still dealt with food most of the time, and he had really seen such a magical tea opera.

Her face was full of capitalized "Obedient this kung fu is so powerful", and for a while she looked at this bowl of big Song tea painting that was much more than a coffee latte art cow, and she didn't know whether to continue to appreciate it, or drink it.

Just as he hesitated, the painting with a deep artistic conception turned out to be like a tidal wave retreating, fading, collapsing, and disappearing, leaving only a pile of foam with a blend of colors and a dozen golden osmanthus flowers on it.

Yao Huan exclaimed, "Ah...... Draw so fast...... Can't you keep this painting? ”

But I heard Shao Qing's calm voice on the side: "Now that you have seen the beauty, why bother to ask for results." Danqing has passed away, but the tea is still strong, and it is a good thing to taste. ”

Zeng Wei originally wanted to say a few words about the natural elegance of dried osmanthus without adding any condiments, to imply that the pattern of candied osmanthus is not high, and suddenly heard Shao Qing commenting on the disappearance of the tea painting, and suddenly the argument was stagnant.

If you have seen the good, why bother to ask for results.

People who can say this realm, showing that tea cakes are expensive in front of him, mentioning the experience that Huan'er has had, and even ridiculing the sugar osmanthus for being too ingenious, does it really make him fall behind?