Zhong Wei was only a little surprised: "Is it at this moment?" Are you sure? Are your hands good? ”

Chen Shaoming said: "I brought my younger brother Shaoliang, these days he is practicing how to cooperate with me every day, even if he can't be so satisfied with my own operation, he will not be far from ten." ”

The tall, thin and slightly weak young man in white came out of the crowd and saluted Zhong Weiwei silently, with a persistent and stubborn posture.

Zhong Weiwei had no reason to refuse Chen Shaoming's request, and the road to the tea ceremony began with repeated practice and competitions.

If Daddy hadn't had an accident back then, Zhong Yuan would have come out with her at this moment to see and be a helper.

She looked at her surroundings and picked a flat place not far away: "It's right there, I didn't prepare anything, it's all up to you." ”

The two brothers of the Chen family were very happy: "No problem. We brought a total of 20 kinds of tea, all from the south and north of the world, there are ten kinds of mountain springs, six kinds of stream water, as well as river water, bamboo drain water, plum petals on the snow, you can choose. ”

Zhong Weiwei laughed: "It's quite well prepared." ”

The subordinates of the Chen family quickly laid out the Yin Xi brocade mattress and the table, and neatly laid out the white-glazed wind stove, water bottles, tea sets and other things, and invited Zhong Weiwei and Chen Shaoming to sit down.

Tea fighting, tea division, not good tea with good water can achieve victory, the subtlety lies in suitability.

Tea with the right water, even if the quality is a little worse, can win.

Chen Shaoming said: "Today we are not whiter than anyone's soup flowers, more bite, and no better than anyone's tea." Let's compare the real fragrance and taste, and see what tea with what water is more suitable. ”

Zhong Weiwei cheered up, which is also one of the projects of the Tea Fighting Conference.

The so-called true fragrance and true taste means that the tea used is not a crushed and kneaded cake tea, but a piece of tea and loose tea.

Tea leaves are brewed only with boiling white water, not crushed, not sifted, and not mixed with tea paste.

It's all about the gentle water and brewing time, as well as the perfect combination of tea and water.

It seems simple, but it's actually hard.

The difference is a thousand miles, and the timing is accurate, and the fragrance of the tea can be vividly expressed.

It's a little faster, it's bland, it's slow, it's bitter, and it affects the sweetness.

In the first game, Chen Shaoming picked first, he used Jin Guanyin tea with Gulian spring water, Zhong Weiwei used dragon bud tea with Lanxi spring water, and Chen Shaoming won.

In the second game, Zhong Weiwei picked first, she used Ruilong tea with Huishan Shiquan, Chen Shaoming used Mingyuexia tea with bamboo drainage, and Zhong Weiwei won.

Game after game, the voices gradually quieted down, and more and more people gathered around to watch.

Zhong Weiwei and Chen Shaoming were both concentrated, only tea and water in their eyes, and naturally they didn't notice that Chonghua had been standing by and watching the battle.

Zhong Weiwei wins more and loses less, becoming more and more handy, Chen Shaoming loses more and wins less, and becomes more and more anxious.

The more anxious he is, the easier it is to miss, Chen Junqing's face is very ugly, but Chonghua is very satisfied.

There was a thunderous explosion, and Zhao Hongtu frowned: "Your Majesty, it's going to rain, isn't it ......?"

"Shhhhh......h

The Chen brothers brought twenty kinds of tea, twenty kinds of water, one tea with one kind of water, and they were not allowed to repeat.

At the beginning, the two of them were picking good tea and water, whose tea and water were good, and the hope of winning was great.

Zhong Weiwei has rolled at the bottom, and she has seen worse tea and water, so she has a lot of experience;

Chen Shaoming has a high starting point, he has never seen good tea and water, his experience is obviously insufficient, and he is impetuous.

The soybean-sized raindrops crackled and fell, instantly drenching everyone's hair and clothes.

Chonghua stepped forward, pulled Zhong Weiwei under his dragon umbrella cover, and said to the Chen Shaoming brothers who were drenched in soup with a smile: "Okay, the sky is going to dawn, and the rain is not small, let's go back, and compare next time." ”

No matter what the expressions of the Chen Shaoming brothers were, they gently patted the armrest and motioned for the palace people to lift the dragon chariot.

There are many people, Zhong Weiwei wiped the rain on his face, and sat down honestly beside Chonghua's knees, with a serious face.

Chonghua was also very serious and serious, only sneaking a glance out of the corner of his eye.

The crystal rain ran down Zhong Weiwei's hair, slid over her slender and elegant eyebrows and her face as white and delicate as magnolia petals, and then dripped from her pointed chin into the collar of her vermilion undershirt......

"Goo-dong" he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, it was simply tormented.

Zhong Weiwei sensed his ill intentions and looked at his clothes vigilantly.

She was still wearing a spring dress, which was heavier, but there was no such thing as curvy curvatures.

However, in the eyes of the color embryo, everything can be seen.

She was a little embarrassed and said: "This rain is quite heavy, shouldn't the spring rain be as silky, it is like a downpour." ”

"Who can tell God about it."

Chonghua reached out from under the sleeves of her robe and touched her arm, and whispered, "Is it cold?" If you're cold, you can lean over next to me, and it's not so cold. ”

Since the shouting ceremony was attended by tea farmers, Chonghua chose a dragon chariot that was transparent on all sides.

Originally, he wanted everyone to see his majesty, but now he has suffered enough.

Needless to say, the rain kept blowing into the dragon chariot with the wind, and even he couldn't take care of Zhong Weiwei, so he had to maintain etiquette and strictness.

Chonghua regretted, quietly took off his shoes, and poked his toes into Zhong Weiwei's skirt little by little, staying on her legs, lingering.

Zhong Weiwei blushed, this stinky shameless!

Seeing that he was so serious and pious just now, she also shed tears of emotion for him, and in a blink of an eye, his original form was revealed, which made people hate itchy.

She didn't dare to struggle, nor did she dare to make a sound, so she could only hold Chonghua's restless foot tightly with her elbow and look at him viciously from the corner of her eye.

Chonghua hooked the corners of his lips good-naturedly, thought about it, took off the brocade felt on his chair, and draped it on Zhong Weiwei's shoulders.

The brocade felt blocked part of the rain and cold wind, and even blocked everyone's sight, Chonghua's feet and hands became more and more restless, and the places that could be light and thin were all light.

The more restless the action, the more expressionless the face is, a serious one.

In the eyes of others, it was just that the young emperor tilted his body a little in order to avoid the wind and rain.

Zhong Weiwei gritted his teeth and pinched his leg hard again and again.

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he screamed softly, showing a look of enjoyment and pain.

No matter how you look at it, it's very rippling.

Zhong Weiwei blushed even more: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, you have won." (To be continued.) )