"Okay. : Le: Text: 3. "Zhong Weiwei high-fived, Yang Lu and Xiaotang stepped forward to help her boil water and make tea.

Mei Xun's attendants and disciples also stepped forward to help, and both sides were concentrating, listening to the sound and distinguishing the water, warming the bowl and mixing the ointment, and pouring water to hit the whisk.

After a while, the soup flower was bred and handed over to everyone for review.

Both of them are masters, the color of the soup flowers is bright white, uniform and moderate, the only thing that can be compared is the morning and evening when the soup flowers fade.

Zhong Weiwei once calculated that Mei Xun ordered tea, from the cultivation of the soup flowers to the dispersion of the soup flowers, the longest time was a little more than a quarter of an hour.

She can do it, even if there is a gap, it is only a matter of moments.

It is impossible for Mei Xun to determine whether she wins or loses on this basis, and she must add the clause "tasting", and her sense of taste has deteriorated, and it is very likely that she will lose.

If you lose, you will lose, and next year, Zhong Weiwei is ready to lose, and he is extremely relaxed, which can basically be said to be cheerful.

Mei Xun was also ready to admit defeat because he decided to let Zhong Weiwei win, so the two people in the game were the easiest in the field.

Time passed in a flash, and the soup flowers in Meixun's tea cup dispersed, revealing the first traces of water.

Nan Xiaoqiao sat up straight excitedly and said in surprise: "It's out!" It's out! Boss, you've won! ”

The Dongling tea masters collectively showed an incredible look, they couldn't believe that Mei Xun, who existed like a god in their minds, actually lost to Zhong Weiwei like this.

Someone jumped up and shouted, "Impossible! Something must have gone wrong! ”

Someone leaned over to see Zhong Weiwei's teacup, and exclaimed, "Shes also showed water marks!" ”

Zhong Weiwei always kept smiling, calm, and not angry because of Dongling Tea Master's questioning.

Mei Xun's face couldn't get over, and he glanced at the tea master in Dongling coldly with a straight face.

His disciple reprimanded the tea masters in a low voice: "Whether you win or lose, you have your own judgment, what is the ghost called?" ”

After exchanging opinions with the old tea master who was in charge of the tasting, Mo Lao and Dongling Xin exchanged opinions, and said in a deep voice: "The difference between before and after is only one breath of time, so we believe that we can't judge the winner or loser by this, and we need to combine the taste and then determine the winner or loser." ”

The tea ordered by Zhong Weiwei and Mei Xun was divided into ten parts, and sent to Dongling and Liguo tea masters in an anonymous way to taste, and then voted to determine the winner.

The white teacup is filled with Zhong Weiwei's tea, and the black teacup is filled with Mei Xun's tea.

If you think the tea soup in the white tea cup is delicious, then put the yellow chrysanthemum in your hand into the white crystal bowl.

If you feel that the tea soup in the black tea cup tastes better, then throw the yellow chrysanthemum into the black jade bowl.

It's that people have selfish intentions, and the tea masters of Dongling and Liguo are drinking tea while desperately turning their brains to guess whose tea it is.

If it's your family's tea, you have to vote if it's unpalatable, and if it's someone else's tea, you can't vote no matter how delicious it is.

However, I was afraid of making a mistake, so I hesitated, holding a chrysanthemum, and didn't know where to throw it.

Some people have even thrown it into the crystal bowl, and then went to fish it back and put it in the black jade bowl.

Zhong Weiwei sat on the stage, overlooking the appearance of all beings, and felt very interesting.

Mei Xun always secretly observed her expression, and when she saw that she was happy, she said: "I am happy to watch the owner of the Zhong Pavilion, are you very confident that you want to win?" ”

Zhong Weiwei shook his head: "No, I'm not sure at all." Dasi Tea is famous all over the world, and it is an honor for me to compete with you, so I dare not be so arrogant. ”

The words are modest, but the expression is not modest at all.

Mei Xun looked at Zhong Weiwei a little unpleasantly, and said, "Do you guess, will they vote for flowers impartially, or will they vote indiscriminately with selfish intentions?" ”

Zhong Weiwei smiled: "Who knows? The human heart is so unpredictable. ”

Mei Xun smiled and said no more.

Suddenly, the flower casting is over, everyone counts the number of flowers, thirteen flowers in the crystal bowl, seven flowers in the black jade bowl, and it is clear who loses and who wins.

The tea masters stretched their necks and waited for Mo Lao and Dongling's old tea masters to announce the results, only to see that these two people looked petrified.

Someone couldn't wait and urged: "Is this going to be delayed?" Hurry up! Can't wait! ”

The tea masters of Dongling and the tea masters of Liguo despised each other and threw one after another white eyes at each other.

The children whispered to each other: "You must have lost!" ”

"Nonsense! We've never lost! ”

"Just because I haven't lost before, doesn't mean I didn't lose this time!"

"Wait and see, you will cry when you lose!"

Zhong Weiwei thought that Mo Lao was afraid that she wouldn't be able to stand the blow, so he urged: "What's going on, tell me." ”

Mo Lao coughed and asked the old tea master of Dongling: "Why don't you talk about it?" ”

The old tea master shook his head, glanced at Mei Xun with a slight fear, and said, "Come on." ”

Well, Mei Xun lost, and it is indeed a bit unkind to let the Dongling people themselves announce it.

Mo Lao reluctantly stepped forward, frowned, and said sadly: "After everyone's comprehensive evaluation, it is unanimously agreed that the winner today is ......"

Everyone waited intently for him to announce the results, but he suddenly coughed, and he couldn't stop coughing.

When everyone saw this, they couldn't help but think about it.

The people of Dongling are thinking that seeing this Liguo people so embarrassed and painful, it must be that the Liguo people have lost.

The people of Liguo habitually thought that Zhong Weiwei had lost, and seeing Mo Lao so sad that he couldn't speak.

Mo Lao finally stopped coughing, and said loudly in a deep voice: "The winner is Zhong Weiwei, the owner of the Li Guofang Tea Pavilion. ”

The audience was silent.

The people of Dongling were dumbfounded, looked at Zhong Weiwei stupidly, and then looked at Mei Xun, they couldn't believe their ears.

The people of Liguo were also dumbfounded, stupidly at a loss, this, this, it's too impossible, how is it possible.

Although Zhong Weiwei is powerful, it is impossible to be so powerful, as soon as he came up, he casually destroyed Mei Xun.

It was so unexpected! Zhong Weiwei's first reaction was to look at Mei Xun.

Mei Xun was calm, bowed to her slightly, got up without saying a word, and turned around and got off the tea table.

The movements were fast, leaving her with little chance to read his expression.

Seeing Mei Xun leave like this, Dongling Tea Master stood in the audience for a moment in a low mood, and then quietly dispersed.

I don't know who took the lead, the tea masters of Liguo cheered and shouted loudly: "Boss Zhong! Boss Zhong! Boss Zhong! ”

The sound was so loud that it startled countless birds and birds in the forest, and then it spread to the outside of the Fang Tea Pavilion, in the ears of the tea master in Dongling, causing countless anger and unwillingness.

Someone wants to question Mei Xun, why did he lose?

But Mei Xun has been accumulating power for a long time, and no one dares to brush his tiger whiskers easily, so everyone can only watch their big priest tea, calmly get into the carriage, and leave.

The Dongling tea master had no choice but to follow weakly and returned to the post house listlessly.

Compared with the frustration of the Dongling people, the joy of the tea masters of Liguo had nowhere to vent, gathered under the tea table, looked at Zhong Weiwei with admiration, and asked: "Say a few words to everyone." (To be continued.) )