Wen Zimo's affectionate "confession", Ming Yi ignored it, and said directly: "Lang Jun, this tea cake is not very thick, can I promote it?" ”

Zimo smiled bitterly: "It's up to you to mess around." ”

Shang Lang also smiled: "Jokes are jokes, don't pickle the tea!" ”

Ming Yi rolled her eyes and sneered, "It's not about you!" (Forced me to be a concubine, embarrassed to speak)

Shang Lang was robbed by her like this, not to mention how useful he was in his heart! (Masochistic tendencies)

Looking at the scruples between the two of them talking and laughing, without the flattery or cowardice between the master and the servant, even the husband and wife are nothing more than Erer. Zimo was half melancholy, half gratified, and pointed to the brown and green butterfly flower pot on the table and said, "This is the dew on the petals collected by Mu Han in the morning, ready to cook tea for you." ”

Ming Yi narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "Mu Han, Lang Jun's room?" ”

Shang Hewen: ...... (The kid thinks too much!) ）

Thinking that there were no special teapots in the Tang Dynasty, I was busy looking for other objects that could be brewed and filtered. Sister Mu Han, who was waiting outside the door, hurriedly stepped forward, and after saluting the two Lang Jun, Fang Tan asked, "What does the little lady want, I will find it for you." ”

Ming Yi looked up and saw a tall and plump sister asking her, and she felt that she was a good person, so she smiled and said, "Sister is so good, is there a bowl with a lid?" ”

Mu Han was slightly stunned, and immediately sent the scholar Liuyun to find the single gold and silver utensils in the house, and came back with a box after a while. She opened it and saw that there was a whole set of silver bowls with a group pattern, each of which was the size of a bowl. As he spoke, he handed it to Ming Yi and said, "Do you think this bowl can be returned?" ”

Ming Yi picked it up and took a closer look, from the lid to the bowl with a gilded group pattern in four directions to highlight the end, like a lotus sitting on the Buddha, the silver light reflected is more and more clear, simple and dusty. Compared with the large gaiwan of later generations, it is more gorgeous and exquisite.

Mu Han waited on the side, looked at Ming Yi, and saw her lightly pick up a money cake, tear it loosely in all directions, and then break it piece by piece, and put it into the bowl. If the hand is soft, the finger is like a green onion, and the operation is very eye-catching.

After a while, the water in the kettle was like a spring, and Ming Yi took down the charcoal fire and hurriedly scooped up the water so that it could circle around the edge of the bowl until it was eight minutes full. But when the lid is closed, there is no follow-up.

Wen: That's it?

Ming: Yes!

DS: Is this cooking tea?

Ming: No!

Wen & Shang: What's the situation?

Ming: Make tea!

Mingyi's tricks are full of tricks, and they have long been used to it, so they just rely on her tossing, but they don't have a theory. But Mu Han had never seen such an act, and wondered: "Ming Niangzi, how long does it take to brew tea?" Ming Yi lifted the lid of the bowl, taught her to identify, and said straightly: "Look, this tea piece has fallen one by one, and if you don't see the bottom, it has been stained with a piece of apricot yellow, and it can be made of soup!" ”

Hearing this, Mu Han only felt that Xinqiao was interesting. I also saw that Ming Yi pressed her index finger towards the lid button, and the bowl was firmly held by her thumb and middle finger along both sides, and the remaining ring finger and little finger were bent and snuggled tightly against the side of the middle finger, not teaching contact with the bowl. Finally, place your wrist down so that the bowl hangs down to one side and the soup comes straight out. I thought it would end here, but I didn't expect to be more particular about dividing tea.

The first cup is only a quarter, then a half, then a quarter, then a third, and then a full cup. The rest of the bowl is full of twists and turns.

As far as the eye can see, the color of the tea soup is the same, and there is no distinction between light and light. Ming Yi said with a smile: "Lang Jun, let's try it, Sister Mu Han also works hard, and she has the right to be a fool to quench her thirst!" After speaking, the three people on the side couldn't help but laugh.