The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded her, Tian Xiang lowered her eyebrows and eyes, and stepped forward to show her hands, and everyone knew that it had reached the unitary time (17 o'clock to 19 o'clock Beijing time). Gao Saburo was still insufficient, so he proposed: "How about I go to the night market later?" The crowd unanimously acquiesced.

Out of the courtyard, to the noisy East Market, my family Langjun sent back the carriage and slaves carrying the utensils and household goods first, leaving me alone. In addition, Master Wu Xi drove as usual.

Gao Sanlang saw that I poked my head out from time to time to look around, so he smiled at my family Lang Jun and said: "Today, I am a simple person with a light car, and I don't have to follow those etiquettes, I will take Ming'er to ride a horse, right?" Shang Lang looked at my childish appearance and said leisurely: "My maid, if you want to ride, you must ride my horse." But Saburo actually spoke, it's not impossible, it's just ......"

The following is a noble private chat, which is summarized below.

Gao: Don't be wordy!

Shang: It is said that the Baiju Tea Shop in Yongchongfang is your family's capital?

Gao: Low-key, forbidden by the imperial court! (The Tang Dynasty stipulated that officials were not allowed to do business)

Shang: Then let's quietly ask for a cup of tea, okay?

Gao: Okay, let you give me Ming'er generously, okay?

DS: Please leave mellowly!

Hearing the latter sentence, I looked up to the sky and roared, as a leftover fighter in the 21st century, how can it bloom as soon as it crosses, and there is more than one!

Gao Saburo stopped by the carriage hatefully, and I held his hand and got on the horse, and the small man leaned on his chest. Probably afraid that I would fall off the horse, he tightened me a little more with his left arm. But he was still too young, because I could clearly feel his heart beating badly, like a dozen fawns were bumping around. My sister has a 30-year-old soul, calmly rubbed his heart, and in the silent acceleration of the heartbeat, we disembarked in front of a low-key luxury tea shop.

Seeing Gao Sanlang hugging me and falling off the horse like a holy decree, Wen Zimo frowned, and Shang Lang smiled. Chang Shaochun and Hua Chenyu looked at San Lang's spicy red face, sneered and said nothing, seeing through it without saying anything. But Brother Yang, who was rough-lined, pointed at him and smiled at everyone: "This is all through the room, why are you still so panicked?" (This kind of person is destined to have no friends!) ）

I had to say: "It's all a servant, it's not right, it's hot for Lang Jun." ”

Everyone laughed again.

Gao Sanlang originally wanted to reason with the Yang family's brother, but now because of my liberation, he suddenly put away his ashamed appearance, as if he had tasted the tea soup cooked by bamboo drainage, like a spring breeze.

But my family Langjun was not happy, and said sourly: "Ming'er can't be narrow, can't you come over?" After finishing speaking, I hurriedly stood behind Lang Jun and made my position clear.

Zimo said gently: "San Lang still doesn't lead the way? I'm waiting for my mouth to dry up. ”

Gao Saburo said happily: "Then let's give a few fools who come to quench their thirst first!" ”

The group smiled and walked in with Gao Saburo, this tea shop sits in the north and faces south, covering the pear blossom wood, the texture is delicate and silky, with the soft smoke of the azure color of the rain, looking at it from a distance, it is like an outstanding peach source in the downtown area, not touching the slightest bit of vulgarity.

As soon as the shopkeeper saw Gao Sanlang stepping in, he rushed to meet us and led us into the tea room on the third floor, which was as spacious as a university classroom, with a number of curtains hanging on all sides, carefully embroidered with the smart appearance of green mountains and green waters (similar to Tibetan thangka), and a screen in the middle was painted, painting the scenery of stepping on flowers and returning to horseshoe incense. The tea bed is made of high-quality nanmu, and under the light touch, the scent of sandalwood musk strings into the nose, which is pleasant. There are baskets made of bamboo strips on the top, in order to accommodate the tea sets to be very complete, so it got this nickname. Behind the screen, there is a bed collapsed, which is convenient for the gentlemen to sit and rest collectively.

Saburo said to the shopkeeper: "We don't need Dr. Tea, we cook ourselves to be interesting." When the shopkeeper heard this, he bowed and then withdrew.

Xu is what my family is used to, and I strode forward without waiting for the call, and took out the tea mill, kettle, and group tea like a tea doctor. The gentlemen sat down early, drinking the lychee fragrant honey handed by Gao Sanlang. Leng Buding Saburo poured one to my lips, and I expressed gratitude and drank it all. After tasting it carefully, the rich aroma that pervades the tongue can be inferred to be brewed with dried lychees, and if you drink this, the tea soup will be even more astringent.

So, I cut the amount of tea powder in half, and when the tea soup boiled, I removed half of the burning charcoal. In addition, when the water surface is cushioned to the point where the fish eyes are faintly sounding, the tea is thrown. Then, hold the spoon and make a detour to the north and south of the kettle. Repeat the above no more than three times and the soup will be made immediately.

Waiting for the tea to be good, I hurriedly persuaded the Lang Jun first, and said with a smile: "Lang Jun is slow, let the maid sing a song, so that the tea gas will be more delicious." ”

Zimo muttered, "Ming'er has a heart." ”

"Countless, ancient and modern Chinese bitter names; The taste is endless, and the tea soup in the cup is really temperamental; Singing endlessly, smart and elegant; The rumors continued, and the market court was far away. Not to mention that the ice heart is in the jade pot, not to mention, cooking with the village concubine. Pointing to the top of Nameng Mountain, pumping new shoots, looking for a place, the mountain spring is murmuring and lonely. And to be a stupid thing, he fried seven bowls of tea in the day, thought of returning to the place, and taught tea in the mountains of Penglai. ”

At the end of the song, the gentlemen muttered rhetoric and silently picked up the tea soup. After feeding, I feel that the entrance is thin, and there is a little sweetness left on the tongue coating, which is very pleasant.

Zimo was puzzled: "Ming'er, where is you, have you ever taught poetry, books, etiquette and music at home?" ”

I continued to lie, "The servant doesn't know, I can't remember since I hit my head." ”

You Langjun sighed for a while, but it's a pity that I'm such a golden and jade quality, and I actually succumbed to be an inferior slave.