The two people in the car didn't know that Ye Zhaochen had secretly poked his brain and made up so much.

"When did you arrive?" Mu Qiancha asked with a smile.

"It's been a while."

"Didn't you say ten minutes?"

"It's a girl's privilege to be waited."

"How much do you hear?"

"Well, all. When I saw him stop you, I got out of the car and came over. ”

"Hahaha, I found that you and I, these 'debt friends', are really very close, Mr. Shudong!"

"Mr. Tree Hole is ready, do you want to tell a story?"

"I thought about it, and still ...... No, think, speak! ”

"Forehead ......"

Old Man Yin's work and rest are very regular, and after his lunch break at two o'clock, he excitedly walked around the house, waiting for Yin Shaoguang to bring Mu Pour Tea over.

The sound of Yin Shaoguang parking finally came from the courtyard.

Old Man Yin pretended to be calm, picked up the Bodhi Zi bracelet on his wrist and played with it, and his eyes glanced at the door from time to time.

Compared to the high temperature outside, the old yard full of flowers and trees is obviously much cooler.

Yin Shaoguang and Mu Tiancha walked into the living room side by side, and Old Man Yin greeted him with a kind smile on his face.

"This is the tea girl of the old Mu family, right? Come and sit down! ”

"Hello Grandpa Yin!"

Mu Tiancha called sweetly, her voice was soft and glutinous, which didn't match her beautiful and tall appearance at all, but there was an unexpected contrast and cuteness.

"Okay, hey, girl, why do I see you so familiar? You wouldn't have participated in that tea fight last week, would you? ”

"Yes."

"I'll just say it!" Old Man Yin slapped his thigh, "Your tea, I've drunk it and I'm still thinking about it!" By the way, I'm also going to fight tea, and I'm the judge ......"

Yin Shaoguang placed the bunch of boxes in his hand, and saw that his grandfather was still chatting with Mu Dump tea, completely ignoring his own existence.

"Ahem, grandpa, I'm back." His tone was a little aggrieved, and he also wanted to chat with Cha Cha.

"Go aside! The people who came to Yanjing yesterday have only appeared now, I don't know if my old man will be lonely? Now I have someone to accompany me, and I play in the mud by myself......"

Mu Qiancha saw that Old Man Yin pretended to be angry, the beard on his chin shook and he couldn't help laughing, this Grandpa Yin is really a wonderful person.

"Cha Cha, let me tell you, don't be deceived by this kid's talent, although he doesn't make friends promiscuously, he is not filial at all! Just like his parents, he is closer to work than me, and he left my old man alone in this broken yard......"

Yin Shaoguang has a villain in his heart who is crying, a talent, what is the inevitable relationship between not making friends and filial piety?

"That, Grandpa Yin, do you want to see the gift that my grandfather brought you?"

Mu Tiancha saw that Old Man Yin had a tendency to continue talking, so he quickly changed the topic.

"Look, look, where is it?"

Mu Tiancha gave Yin Shaoguang a look, Yin Shaoguang resigned himself to standing up from the sofa, picked up all the bags and boxes that had just been collected, and piled them on the low table in front of several people.

Mu Tiancha picked out three delicate wooden boxes from a pile of things and pushed one of them in front of Old Man Yin.

Old Man Yin opened the box and saw a beautiful small vermilion clay purple clay pot.

"Yo, good thing! Or Lao Mu knows me best. ”

As he spoke, he carefully took the pot out of the soft box, opened the newspaper wrapped around the lid, and rubbed it with his hands.

It is a handmade small coal kiln raw ore vermilion pot, the color is ruddy, about 200 milliliters of capacity, flat antique style, without any embellishment, natural.

Old Man Yin liked it very much, and said, "It's a pity that it's a new pot, otherwise I'll use it to drink a pot now!" ”

"This is what my grandfather specially picked for you, isn't it more fun for you to open and raise the pot by yourself? Now drinking tea, you can use this! ”

Mu Tingcha pushed a larger wooden box over.

Old Man Yin carefully put the small Zhu Ni in his hand, and opened the box in front of him, which was also a purple clay pot, but it was one size bigger than the Zhu Nibian antique one size earlier.

"Old purple mud, the original mine, is it still pulped?"

Old man Yin's eyes became more and more surprised, this antique Ruyi, how many years did Lao Mu raise it before he came out with this charming color.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked Mu Qiancha: "What other good things did Lao Mu bring, let's finish it at once, let the old man be happy." ”

Mu Dumping Tea was not hypocritical, and helped Old Man Yin open the last wooden box and said, "There are still these cups, and the others are tea." ”

"There are wrapping tissue paper on the tea cakes, and there are cards in several cans of loose tea. Grandpa said, which ones do you like to tell him directly, and bring it to you after drinking! ”

"Looking at these, I miss Lao Mu even more!" Old Man Yin suddenly became sentimental.

"Grandpa Yin, why don't we have tea?"

"Okay, girl, you make tea, my Xiaoguang's tea art is really bad, it's a waste of my good tea! Go back and teach him. ”

Mu Tiancha got up to wash his hands, and by the way, he took out the hairpin from his bag and pulled his hair up.

Back in the living room, Yin Shaoguang had already cleaned the tea set and put it on the tea table, and the pot was on it, which was the old purple mud antique Ruyi pot from Fangcai.

Seeing Mu Dump Tea come out, Yin Shaoguang gave up the main seat of the tea table, took a can of tea brought by the Mu family, and put it in Mu Dump Tea's hand.

Mu Tingcha adjusted to the most comfortable sitting position and began to boil water.

She first chose a large bamboo tea lotus, and set aside some tea leaves from the jar for later use; Then adjust the items on the table one by one to the position you use most often.

Yin Shaoguang was a little stunned. The same tea table, why did she move it casually a few times, and it became neat and orderly, and there was a special sense of rhythmic beauty?

The water in the cast iron pot was boiling, Mu Tiancha took the iron kettle with his right hand, and lifted the lid of the purple clay pot with his left hand and put it away. The water makes a graceful arc, fills the teapot, closes the teapot, places the iron kettle, and makes the movements of both hands almost simultaneously.

Mu Dump Tea picked up the teapot with one hand, poured all the water in the pot into the spare glass fair cup, and then used the bamboo tea needle to assist the tea leaves into the purple clay pot and cover the lid.

Then pour the water from the cup into the cup, and finally into the cup.

Old Man Yin and Yin Shaoguang both looked at her quietly, and only the sound of intermittent water was heard in the air.

The girl sat very upright, her hands were steady, and all her movements were smooth, making people feel demure and peaceful.

Yin Shaoguang silently turned on the music and played a Zen-like guqin song.

Mu poured tea open the lid of the teapot, lifted the teapot and sniffed lightly, the tea had woken up, and there was still a small layer of water vapor on the surface of the dry tea.

She put down the teapot, filled it with water, closed the lid, and poured out the tea soup after about twenty seconds.

The first brewing is to wash the tea, Mu poured the tea to repeat the action of warming the cup before, and the tea soup of the tea washing is fair, the cup is tasted, and finally enters the water bowl.

Then she began to brew the first brew of tea.

The tea soup is poured on the gourd strainer and slowly falls into the transparent cup. The soup is thick, red, oily, and has a wonderful aroma.

Yin Shaoguang swallowed his saliva, and Old Man Yin couldn't hold it back.

Finally, Mu poured the tea soup into the tasting cup and sent it to the two of them.

The tea in the cup is beautifully filled with wisps of white mist on the surface.

The grandfather and grandson tapped their fingers on the tea table almost at the same time, and after the tea ceremony, they couldn't wait to pick up the tasting cup.