This bucket of tea also has to pay attention to a time, Shi Dangjia thought about it, walked to the Quzu incense case, and was about to burn incense. Shang Lang mended the knife, "The store is still good at incense, there is smoke in incense, Ming'er is thin, where can I stand it!" ”

Ming'er roared in her heart, thin people are not necessarily weak!

Heipi Langjun, I'm phew!

The fat man rolled his eyes, daring to argue with his master, is he still thin?

Wen Zimo exhaled deeply through his nose, presumably sour. Mu Han's eyes flashed with envy, it was enough for the servant to do this!

Shi Dangjia supported his forehead, reluctantly replaced the brown moire hollow incense burner, added a few small pieces of hot silver bone charcoal, and took a mica sheet and placed it on the charcoal fire, poured a soybean-sized barley on the mica sheet, and then closed the lid of the furnace. To everyone: "Incense embers, then the soup, those who fail to succeed, are losers!" ”

Heipi Langjun immediately turned on the stove, picked out the neatest part of the loose tea, and mixed mint leaves, dogwood and orange peel. Wait until a puff of hot air erupts from the mouth of the furnace, then put the above ingredients in turn, close the lid of the furnace, and hurriedly put the selected celadon lotus tray open, ready to divide the tea.

Ming Yi on the opposite side was much calmer, first asked Shi Dangjia for bamboo strips, and covered the middle part of the furnace body tightly in three or two clicks. Then there is the work of waiting for the water to boil, and carefully picking out the fine leaves, thick branches and broken pieces of loose tea that have been distributed.

Seeing that the stove was smoking, he lifted the lid, looked at the water, and stared at the crab's eye, and then wrapped the mulberry paper like a cigarette with broken tea, poured it along the surface of the water, and gently stirred the teaspoon in one hand. When the tea is eaten up by the water, the thick branches are put in, and finally the thin leaves.

At the last pinch of incense ashes, the tea soup of the two was also baked. However, Heipi Langjun poured it directly into the bowl, and Mingyi filled the handle pot first.

Seeing this, the little master nodded and smiled silently.

Among the people who came in to drink tea were a blue-eyed man, a black-skinned man who was a yard taller than the black-skinned Langjun, a woman who was a buyer, and then there were all the little masters of the Japanese kingdom who were present.

Heipi Langjun continued to be arrogant, "Drink mine first!" ”

Sister Mu Han was not convinced, "What is the truth?" ”

Heipi Langjun, "If she doesn't taste good, you drink it first, astringent mouth, pour your stomach, and then drink mine, what does it mean?" ”

Ming Yi praised: "Sister doesn't need to talk to him, we just rely on him." ”

Shang Lang and Zimo didn't know what she was thinking, the tea soup cooked must be served hot, and when it was cold, it was no different from the herbal tea on the street.

The group first drank the tea soup lined with celadon bowls of Heipi Langjun, although it was also green, but it lacked some color and luster, and it was slightly dull. After a conversation with Shicai, the tea soup has cooled a little, there is no tea taste, and the orange peel is called first-class to cover seven or eight points. But the cool mint moistened the throat kiss, which was not satisfactory.

When she went to taste Mingyi, she had already prepared the tea soup, but she had prepared several bowls of water in equal amounts.

Blue-eyed and black-skinned asked, "What?" ”

Ming Yi blurted out, "For tasting , and then the purity is good!"

The two men opened their eyes and said in surprise, "Can you speak English?"

Ming Yi regretted how an outcast could understand the Fanbang language, but he could only bite the bullet and say: "A little."

The two nodded approvingly and complied.

Ignoring everyone's surprise, Ming Yi said to his family Langjun, "Drink a bowl of water first, wash off the residual mint orange peel in your mouth, and then drink mine." ”

After rinsing the water, Fang is ready to drink tea.

The silk bowl is paired with green and yellow tea soup, and the black, white and green tones are more prominent and verdant than those of the celadon bowl. And it has been precipitated by the beam pot, there is no slag and ash stains, and it is clean.

The pure tea soup, although the entrance is astringent, but it immediately dissolves on the tongue coating, which is sweet and fragrant, which is unique compared to the cooking of tea cakes.

Looking at Mingyi's thin bones, immature figure, Yuxue's appearance, and all the other people except the yellow fat man, they are all looking forward to how good they should look when they are fat!

Heipi Langjun coughed, interrupting everyone's off-topic train of thought, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's time to announce the results!" ”

The little master folded his hands and walked out slowly, "The female bodhisattva's tea soup is cleaner than you, has a tea flavor than you, has a color better than you, and has a taste better than you, you are completely defeated!" ”

After finishing speaking, Heipi Langjun jumped out, ran to Mingyi, and poured a bowl of tea soup and drank it all. But as the monk said, he said angrily: "A broken furnace is very rare, and there is a car, Huang Ban, let's go!" ”

Seeing them flee in the wilderness, Sister Mu Han mended the knife, "I have heard a word of advice from others, why not this!" ”

Heipi Langjun didn't have a seizure, because he was going back to find his aunt to help him get angry, and he was going to start with Mu Han first. (Bear Child)