Soon, another man wearing the same style of clothes came, holding a square bamboo and wooden tray in his hand. There are four round barrels inside. Others came to Shao Zhuang and asked softly in the same tone: Shao Ye, this is your tea. The weather is cold, it is recommended that you make a pot of Da Hong Pao. Shao Zhuang raised his head and asked him: Why do you suggest Da Hong Pao to me every time? Are yellow roses bad? The man smiled and said, "You have just finished your work, and the yellow rose is very angry." Shao Zhuang asked him again: Single bush is not good?

The man still smiled and said, "Today is the right day, and the phoenix will leave it for you to refresh in the evening." Shao Zhuang nodded: It's still Tieguanyin. The man suddenly smiled bitterly and looked very distressed: Alas! I knew you were playing tricks on me again. Your Tieguanyin is good, but after all, it is cool and hurts the stomach. You can't do that, you have to pay attention to your body. Shao Zhuang waved his hand, meaning that it was decided. However, he added: Then next summer, you still recommend me rock tea? The man was about to turn around and leave, but after hearing this, he turned back and returned with a smile: Look at what you said, I don't know if there will be a chance to serve you next year?

When Wang Jin heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart.

Shao Zhuang also felt a trace of melancholy in his heart, he knew that he didn't know how long he could do this business.

The tea was quickly laid in front of him, and Wang Jin saw that the man's movements were very skillful, and he quickly poured the first tea into an aluminum bucket at his feet. There may be gauze or paper towels or something in it, and it doesn't make any noise, so I guess it will affect other people's meals. I thought of this, and I had to make Wang Jin feel admired.

However, Wang Jin still judged one thing correctly. These people are not drinking tea, they are drinking. It's still the kind of play that can't hold half a cup of urine. Wang Jin looked at a vessel in front of him, a small bowl in a semicircle. The bowl was blood-red and covered with wire patterns. In the middle of the bowl is a pinch of golden yellow, shaped like a withered maple leaf. Even though the leaf tips have withered and curled, there is still a feeling that they may be blown out of the bowl by the wind at any time.

Wang Jin picked up the cup, and before it reached his mouth, a fragrance had already penetrated Wang Jin's nostrils. It's not a specific taste, it's not something that can be produced by the aggregation of a single molecular compound. In other words, it's not something that people can make.

If you've ever stood on the edge of a wilderness, or on a rice paddy, or on a hill, or in the jungle, and the wind blew on your cheeks, you know what it tastes like. Some people will say, nothing smelled, and right. No taste is also a taste, a clean taste, a natural taste.

Does fresh air smell? Didn't you? Didn't you? Yes, right? Is there really one?

Wang Jin's heart suddenly hurt, and his mind came to the idea that just after a heavy rain, a rainbow in the sky, a person slid to the opposite stone wall with a steel cable. Uncle Wang beside him, his face was full of wrinkles, looking at the sun, ever-changing, scattered and jumping droplets.

Shao Zhuang turned his head to look at the man who was standing on the side and waiting for the water, he saw that the person's face no longer had a contemptuous look, and instead showed an expression of awe, for fear that he would offend some big person, and he was afraid that the consequences would not be good. The two watched Wang Jin drink it all, and then exhaled heavily. A feeling of being sweet and not sweet has remained in Wang Jin's mouth for a long time, and he was worried that if he moved a little, the smell would fade, so he took the initiative to close his eyes to taste the taste.

The second cup was very fast, and Wang Jin drank it all again. This cup has a bit more flavor than the last. Only Wang Jin himself knew what picture appeared in his mind. And the man who served the water did not pour any more tea.

Shao Zhuang leaned back on the back of the chair, holding the cup in his hand, meaning: What else does this say? Eye-catching, you. How many customers have been served for tea tasting and tea appreciation. Have you ever met this kind of person? Shao Zhuang didn't feel it, he used a slight force in his hand, and with a "snap", the cup in his hand was pinched in half by him. The heart said: It's not good, the two thousand dollars are gone.

There was a sound here, and eyes gathered around to see what was going on. Wang Jin also woke up from his dream and muttered: Good tea.

Shao Zhuang didn't know what to say for a while, but just snorted. He began to feel a little shameless, and wanted to regain some dignity: this tea was made by a friend of mine himself. There are only three or five people who can drink this tea every year. There's one more of you this year.

Wang Jin replied to him: Three or five people can drink it a year, which is called rare and expensive. However, there is still a price, there is a taste of money, and that is a business and a business. It's vulgar. What's more, if you want to say Tieguanyin, it is naturally the origin of Fujian. Three pits and two streams, although the annual output difference source is not much, it is not so expensive.

What's more, now that science and technology are developed, the quality of tea species has been greatly improved compared with the early years. It's just that there are fewer old craftsmen who can fry tea, and the craft is about to be lost. Brother Shao gave me such a good tea to drink, which shows that he lifted me. Actually, he heard all of this from Ge Ye. Where can Shao Zhuang know.

Wang Jin remembered what Ge Lao said at that time, and praised casually: I drink water. However, he found that Shao Zhuang didn't understand. So he looked down at the cup in his hand and didn't look at his face.

This time, Shao Zhuang felt that he did not have the upper hand. He waved his hand and said to the people next to him: Serve the food.

There are two kinds of first course. One blue and one white, one round and two plates. The blue disc is round, and inside is a shrimp claw with a broken shell sprinkled with some thickened juice. A carved carrot on the side, garnished with a pinch of chopped chives. The white tray is rectangular in shape, and inside is a rose. The petals are composed of a few pieces of flesh as thin as a cicada's wings. The flowers and stems are a raw parsley with a roasted browned potato cube on the side.

The attendant didn't make any unnecessary movements this time, and a tissue was rolled around a pair of knives and forks placed on the left hand side. A pair of mahogany chopsticks were placed directly in front of him.

Wang Jin is not polite, the meat slices are slightly cool, and there is a faint salty taste. He didn't know that this bit of salt, for the right dishes, is only the effect of freshness, and it is also the place where the cooking skills are most displayed.

The aroma of the beef immediately permeated Wang Jin's mouth, especially the smell of fat, which made him feel satisfied. He was a little reluctant to chew, and his tongue was almost like a sip, and the beef melted. The ancients said: color eating sex also. There is never a separation between food and sex. The delicious food is all perverts, Wang Jin didn't know what he thought, and his face was slightly red.

In order not to let Shao Zhuang find out, he hurriedly picked up the shrimp claw and sent it to his mouth. Wang Jin's movements were a little fast, and as soon as the lobster meat was in his mouth, he slid down his throat. almost didn't choke Wang Jin. Wang Jin hurriedly chewed, such a fresh and sweet shrimp meat, there was no tenacity. It's what people say is old. But it's not like sashimi, which is soft and spineless, and soft and lying on your stomach is not like food. The outside of the shrimp meat was wrapped in a thick and creamy shrimp gravy, and Wang Jinzhen didn't want to swallow them in his stomach immediately.

See, before anything, these two things are wiped out. Wang Jin understood some truths, why so many rich people would pursue this. Damn, speaking from the heart, who can refuse? There was nothing else, and the potato seemed a little unsightly, so I simply picked it up and put it in my mouth.

The potatoes were fragrant and competitive, and Wang Jin couldn't remember the taste of the shrimp and beef he had just eaten while chewing the potatoes. My mind was full of the mellow aroma of potatoes in my mouth, and my mind slowed down. After swallowing the last bite of potatoes and the two clean plates in front of him, Wang Jin suddenly heard his stomach growling, and he wondered, am I hungry?