"Lang Jun is well!" Hearing Sister Ran Chun's voice, I looked back, isn't this the handsome guy who saved me from fire and water? Thanks to the TV series, I saluted according to the legend of a certain Mei Niang of a certain ice, and tried to lower my head as much as possible, for fear that I couldn't help laughing out loud, and I had a sense of substitution in filming.

What follows is a conversation between Shang Lang and me, which is summarized below.

A: Are you all right?

Q: Maid Mingyi, thank you for your grace here, Sister Ranchun took care of it. (Nonsense!) Hindered, can I still stand alive? ）

A: Have you learned to do a living?

Q: Yesterday, I was ready to learn to cook tea and sprinkle and sweep (just after I recovered from a serious illness, let me do work, all evil feudalism!) ）

A: Then this afternoon, a few classmates came to the house to talk, and when Ran Chun was cooking tea, you can help you do it!

Q: Servant Xie Langjun (If I don't wear it, I will work without a certificate on the first day, is it scientific?) ）

As soon as Shang Lang walked away, Sister Ran Chun immediately helped me change into a water-green shirt and a pomegranate red dress, which is unbearable to wear in red and green!

In front of the mirror, I finally saw this skin, the eyebrows are deep and curved, slender, and the tail is slightly pointed, like Daishan in the distance, not depicting but green! Clear eyes, like a clear spring that can be seen to the end, with my beloved double eyelids, beautiful eyes, nothing more than that. The firm nose bridge makes the whole face extraordinarily three-dimensional, and the tip of the nose is slightly hooked, which neutralizes the overly regular and cheesy freeze frame, and makes it more beautiful. Finally, under the imprint of the goose egg face, she has the character of Dongfu Rong's grandmother......

In a distracted moment, Ran Chun neatly combed my hair from the left and right sides, and stripped my forehead hair down slightly to cover the scab. According to my childish appearance, I simply coiled into a spherical bun, and put two camellias on the hairpin, which made me look more innocent and romantic.

In order to prepare for the afternoon tea party, Ran Chun first took me to the main hall to familiarize myself with the tea cooking utensils and processes.

Based on the color, flavor and shape of tea, tea leaves were made into tea cakes in the Tang Dynasty. In order to enhance its taste, it is crowned with mountain spring water, and its light and sweet is taken, and the tea soup that comes out is frivolous. It is a wind stove for boiling water (similar to the iron furnace of Ding), and it is necessary to ensure the supply of charcoal throughout the whole process. The kettle for holding water (that is, the modern pot), the tea tong for holding tea cakes, the fire clamp for holding charcoal, the tea mill for crushing tea cakes, the whisk for grinding the tea powder, the luo box (a screen made of yarn and silk) for sifting the tea powder, the salt jar for storing the salt for sencha, and the bamboo basket for storing all kinds of tea items, are all in one color and must not be sloppy.

After tinkering for a long time, I finally ushered in the ancient tea tasting scene, and a total of five sons came. Gao Yaokui of Gao Taishi's family, commonly known as San Lang; Wen Zimo, who is a member of the Wen Sikong family, is commonly known as Erlang; Hua Chenyu's Hua Shilang's family is commonly known as Da Lang; Chang Shaochun, who often lives in other people's houses, is commonly known as Shiro; Yang Yumeng of Yang Shi's family, because of his age, Lang Jun called him brother.

After recognizing the relatives, according to the steps of Sister Ranchun, the spring water in the kettle was boiling, like a fish's eyes spitting, and I added clear granular salt crystals; When the edge of the kettle is like a spring, it is already two boiling, I slowly dial in the finely sieved tea powder, and slowly stir it with a bamboo clip; At the moment, the three boils stopped.

Sister Ranchun asked me to divide the soup between the Qingyue bowls one by one, and at the end, Gao Saburo's Daigo (the foam when the tea soup is boiling, the modern habit of scraping off the tea foam, in ancient times as nectar food, said to have the effect of affection and heartiness), compared to the others, a little shallow.

Gao Sanlang joked: "Shang Lang, why do you deceive me? ”

Shang Langjun smiled and said: "What does San Lang want?" ”

Gao Saburo said straightly: "Let this maid be informal and make a limerick poem." ”

Shang Lang seemed to acquiesce, pretending to enjoy the cups and plates, and a few Lang Jun next to him looked at me and listened attentively.

Looking at the chrysanthemums and camellias living next to each other in the courtyard, I had to say: "The mountain flowers start to dusk, and the chrysanthemums are brushed by their friends." The flowers are heavy and the branches are not victorious, and the feet are fragrant. Dan Zhu Xun is gorgeous, and the pear is especially weak. The pitiful is what he thinks, who is the bereaved one? After I finished reading, several Lang Jun couldn't help but look directly at me, and the meaning of approval was very clear.

"Why do you say that it is beginning to be dusk? Isn't it budding and waiting to be released? Gao Saburo asked with a rather provocative eyebrow.

I had to say, "I heard from the sisters who sprinkled and swept that yesterday these chrysanthemums bloomed at dusk, and these camellia plants were next to them, and they were contaminated with a little temperament, and I don't know." ”

After finishing speaking, everyone couldn't stop laughing, and even Sister Ran Chun let go of the tightened handkerchief and pursed her lips quietly.

Gao Sanlang squirted a mouthful of tea, pretending to be an old man's tone, "The virtuous brother is elegant, and even the maids in the house are different-hearted, touch-by-side, exquisite and smart, he can really be described as a genius tea lady!" ”