The tea lotus was presented, Gao Fuzi closed his eyes, he seemed to be concentrating and sniffing, his face stretched and comfortable, at this moment I also seemed to smell the fragrance of the tea lotus.

President Liao nodded frequently: "The orchid fragrance is light, sweet and lingering on the tip of the nose, I wish the quality of this year's Huiming tea is better than in previous years." ”

Huiming tea has a strong and lasting taste, the soup color is tender and green and bright, and the tea master Zhu Ji saluted the porcelain white tea cup before he spoke: "This year, there is little rain and sunny weather, so the fresh leaves are thick." ”

This is in response to what President Liao said, this tea master has a personality, from walking on the tea table to performing tea skills, there is only one sentence, I don't know if it is because of nature or because I am extremely confident in myself, no matter what other people think, anyway, I think Zhu Ji is a little arrogant.

Chang Ji took out the round fried green tea Pingshui Bead Tea, the dry tea is green, the soup is yellow and green bright, I heard Gao Fuzi praise: "Rich and sweet, fragrant and high-flavored." "It's also a great green tea.

"Three years of undefeated golden buds", Wang Ji out of the wild goose Mao Feng, special dragon spring water brewing, tea fragrant soup clear, light green and clean.

After the three-way fight, it's time for Ren Jijin to offer tea art.

Before the young grandmother and Miss Xin arrived at the tea table, Qiao Shengping took me downstairs, and he forgot to retire with Master Qiao, if Mrs. Qiao was on the side, he would definitely teach him a lesson: "Isn't the number of parenting etiquette since childhood returned to the master!" ”

The young grandmother wore the apricot-colored cheongsam, the orchid pattern of the warp and weft strands, her carefully coiled hair, a light cyan hairpin inserted obliquely into the bun, and the face was like a hibiscus open pool, and the neatly arranged tea set was on the side, which was a long and slender and quiet woman.

Qiao Shengping ran to the staircase to admire the cheongsam he gave him personally, looked at the young grandmother from top to bottom and smirked, and taught him to see a glance at the love of ten thousand years from a short distance, I really convinced this fool, and I didn't look at the many people looking around! Fortunately, Gao Zhicong came to greet him and pulled him to Brother Bo'an's side.

Bo'an had always been gentle, and knew that he had business upstairs, so he didn't laugh at him when he came down in a hurry, and pointed out an empty chair to him: "Sit down and wait." ”

Enjoying the tea and lotus was presented, the three people on the main seat were all sighing, and after exchanging glances with each other, they pretended to be calm and silent, and I could tell from their eyes that they were probably waiting for the following.

A row of seven white porcelain bowls, boiling water washed waste water into the tea bowl, tea is taken tea teaspoon guide tea, young grandmother with the back of the hand to try the water temperature in the pot, the back of the hand pasted a sticker, and then hang the pot high chong, bowl lid a cover. The young grandmother held the tray of tea and sent it to President Liao, and the three fragrant teas were presented one by one, and Miss Xin held the remaining four and sent them to other tea numbers, which meant appreciating and appreciating together.

The faces of the three people on the main seat were different, Master Gao glanced at the field, his face was a trace of doubt with great interest, President Liao was stunned for a moment and then regained his composure, only Mr. Jiang looked at the young grandmother curiously, and a deep smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Ren Ji is there a new tea?" ”

The young grandmother respectfully blessed her: "It's not a new tea, but I hope to learn from the same level." ”

"Oh? It's strange, let's talk about it. ”

"Sir, do you know about Gu Zhu's purple bamboo shoots?" Mr. Jiang nodded, and the young grandmother talked about the source of the tea in the lamp, and finally it was a blessing: "The purple bamboo shoots have been lost for more than 200 years, and Ren Ji made this tea with a remnant of the recipe, not seeking fame and profit, but only hoping that the predecessors of each tea number can help taste it. ”

This is a remark that does not fight for the first righteousness, Mr. Jiang squinted his eyes, looked at the young grandmother and looked at it, and the audience was in an uproar.