Fifth Master Jian smiled and stood up and saluted: "Greetings to Gongzi Chen, may I ask what you command?" ”

Chen Shaoming stared at her twice, like a fish in his throat, but he couldn't say it, snorted coldly, turned around and left.

Seeing him leave, Fifth Master Jian looked back at Zhong Weiwei and smiled: "Sure enough, it was the son's spirit, shouting, thinking that there was something urgent, but he left without saying anything." ”

Zhong Weiwei was not so easy to fool, and pulled her to sit down: "I was about to talk to my sister about this, Chen Shaoming is different from his father, don't embarrass him." ”

Jian Wu didn't admit it: "When did I embarrass him?" ”

Zhong Weiwei said: "I've known him for some time, he is an old and serious person, and I have never seen him angry like this."

Although he is a little stupid, he knows the big things and doesn't get along easily. If he neglects his sister, my sister will spare him for the sake of me. ”

Jian Wu pouted: "Okay, forget it this time." ”

pinched Zhong Weiwei's face and said in a low voice: "I'm all for you, suppressing their father and son, just to support you." ”

Zhong Weiwei said seriously: "Thank you, sister, I really don't need it." ”

Jian Wu was noncommittal: "You have the final say." Said casually: "He's so old and hasn't married yet?" Isn't there a woman you like? ”

Zhong Weiwei thought of the dead Ge Xiangjun, and his mood was a little heavy: "He is called a tea idiot." ”

Even when he wanted to ask Chonghua for Ge Xiangjun, it was just because he wanted to defeat her, although in the end it was the aftermath he did for Ge Xiangjun, but she really didn't see how much emotional hurt he had in addition to sighing.

As soon as Jian Wu saw Zhong Weiwei's expression, he knew that there was another story: "I said earlier that this kid doesn't look like a good person!" ”

Zhong Weiwei smiled: "Sister, don't be like this, even if he is not a good person, it has nothing to do with us." Don't sin people everywhere because of me. ”

Jian Wu smiled perfunctorily: "No, no, you don't care, I have a measure." ”

Between talking and laughing, someone came quickly: "The people from the Dongling Mission are here!" ”

Zhong Weiwei smiled and got up solemnly, Jian Wu carefully sorted out her clothes and hair, and said softly: "It's okay." ”

The music sounded, and the people of the Dongling Mission, accompanied by Chen Junqing, Xu Han, Honglu Temple Shaoqing and others, entered the post house.

The person who walked in the front, wearing a bamboo blue embroidered gold Dongling Dasi tea robe, with a thin figure, a white face and a slight beard, a calm demeanor, and a majestic gaze, was Mei Xun.

He walked into the post house, swept his gaze, found Zhong Weiwei accurately, and then gestured to her.

Zhong Weiwei crossed his hand in return, feeling a little excited.

The last time she saw Mei Xun, she was still as a living man, but this time she met, but as the owner of Fang Ming Pavilion, I hope that next year, she can stand at the tea fighting conference and defeat Mei Xun.

After the two sides greeted each other and took their seats, Chen Junqing gave a welcome speech instead of Chonghua, and Mei Xun also took the place of Dongling, and said a scene of friendship between the two countries for generations.

Then came the banquet, and the people of the Dongling Mission looked disapproving.

They were very dissatisfied with Chonghua's arrangement of the tea ceremony exchange meeting to be held in such an unknown small place, and felt that this was a humiliation and contempt for Dongling.

If you want to come to this kind of small place where birds don't lay eggs, there won't be anything good to fill the scene.

Therefore, a group of people are majestic and dignified on the surface, but in fact they pass glances to each other, squeezing their eyebrows.

An old tea master with white hair smiled and said, "I have long heard that there is a dish in your country that is very delicious, it is called Zhuliu, right?" Jiujun Mountain is rich in bamboo forests here, it must be easy to eat this thing, and it must be very delicious to eat it now. ”

"There is a way that is the dragon meat in the sky, and the bamboo on the earth is indeed a rare delicacy."

The young master of Honglu Temple said with a smile: "The old tea master has not eaten it, and I will definitely let you eat enough today." ”

Another young tea master asked Chen Junqing: "Dasi Tea, I am not talented in Xia, and I have heard another rumor, I don't know if it is true or not." ”

Chen Junqing bowed: "Please speak." ”

The young tea master said: "This place is rich in bamboo forests, I heard that there is also a kind of white meat worm, the locals call it bamboo maggots, it is said that men and women of all ages love to eat, today's banquet?" ”

Others frowned and pouted, and some even retched: "You won't really give us something like this, right?" Eat maggots, oh my God, this is too poor to eat? That bamboo mule is also a big mouse, right? It's pitiful to eat rats and maggots. ”

Chen Junqing's face distorted for a while, and he said patiently: "I don't know where you heard the rumors, I haven't heard of them, and I haven't seen them." ”

Someone argued with Chen Junqing: "We just heard about it on the road, you know, in this place of Jiujun Mountain, tea is not famous, but bamboo maggots and bamboo mulberries are the most famous!"

I heard that your Fang Ming Pavilion owner was attracted by bamboo maggots and bamboo maggots, so he asked His Majesty the Emperor of your country to build a palace here, so that she could eat bamboo maggots and bamboo maggots every day. ”

A group of people squeezed their eyebrows and laughed, Chen Junqing looked at Zhong Weiwei, and said in a deep voice: "Zhong Pavilion Master? ”

But he threw this problem to Zhong Weiwei.

"I haven't eaten bamboo maggots, but I think it feeds on bamboo, lives in bamboo all year round, and is soaked in the noble fragrance of bamboo.

If someone eats it, it should be delicious. Our Majesty built the palace here only because of pity for the hard work of your mission. ”

Zhong Weiwei got up unhurriedly, and after saluting generously, he smiled at the young tea master:

"The lower officials are not talented, and I have also heard that your country loves to eat pigs in the water, and everyone regards it as a rare delicacy, and it must be at the banquet for festivals, weddings and funerals, otherwise the banquet will not be a banquet, and I don't know if it is true or false?"

The young tea master blushed slightly: "What's wrong with the pig going into the water?" Can't you eat it? ”

Other tea masters in Dongling also chimed in: "That's it." ”

Zhong Weiwei said: "Of course you can eat it, but since pigs can eat it in the water, why can't bamboo maggots and bamboo mullets be eaten?" ”

Nan Xiaoqiao got up and said with a smile: "We people in Liguo don't eat pigs in the water, dare to ask your country, is it because you are so poor that you have nothing to eat, so you eat stinky pigs in the water?" ”

The young tea master was furious: "You say we are poor in Dongling? ”

"Dongling is not poor, people are poor, and what is poor is self-cultivation. Our country is not rich, people are rich, and what is rich is ambition. ”

Zhong Weiwei's face sank, and he said lightly: "Whether bamboo maggots or pigs go into the water, they can be eaten, they are delicious, they are delicious, and there is nothing wrong with those who eat them, and it is not worth showing off or mocking." ”

The young tea master was even more angry: "You dare to scold us Dongling people for not being self-contained? Is this the hospitality of Liguo? ”

Zhong Weiwei did not show weakness, and raised his voice: "The guest comes to the door, ignores the host's warm hospitality, and laughs at the host's poverty when he opens his mouth, is this the way of Dongling people?" ”

The young tea master pointed at her: "I want to challenge you!" (To be continued.) )