New tea and snacks were delivered, and Bai Ye intimately poured a cup for Jing Ge.

"How does this tea taste?"

Bai Ye saw that she drank almost a pot of tea by herself, and thought that she was very satisfied with the tea.

If she is satisfied with the tea, it is not impossible to go back and ask the owner of Ruyi Teahouse to send a few packets to the house.

"It's good, the taste is very pure, the aroma is fresh and long-lasting, and the mouth is full of the aroma of tender tea. ”

Although Jing Ge has not studied much about tea.

But I once met a tea addict, and learned a lot of tea tasting knowledge from his mouth, and even the words that praise tea are also learned by listening to too many words of tea addicts.

Although this tea is a good tea, it is still far from what she has drunk in the tea addict.

However, it can be regarded as a good tea.

Jing Ge's thoughts drifted back to distant memories, but the expression on his face didn't change much.

From Bai Ye's point of view, she was just quietly savoring the yellowish tea in her cup.

It was rare to see her stay so quiet, her small face hanging down, and her long, thick eyelashes reflected two small black shadows on her face.

Looks like two small brushes.

With the movement of the blinking of the eyes, the brush is moving, and people can't help but want to touch it.

Bai Ye remembers the last time he secretly touched the touch, brushing it on his fingertips, itchy.

I can itch it all the way to the bottom of my heart.

"Does Uncle like to drink tea very much?" Jing Ge collected his emotions and looked up at him.

The usual smile between his eyebrows and eyes returned.

"Well, I like it. "White Night.

He really likes to drink tea, and he has collected a lot of fine tea.

"I once knew a guy who also liked to drink tea, and he was obsessed with tea. Jing Ge's gaze drifted away, falling into memories.

Seeing that she had something to say, Bai Ye looked at her quietly, his eyes were gentle, waiting for her to tell the sorted memories.

"It was a very strange old man, who carried a teapot with him, and he didn't drink a drop of wine, but he loved tea like his life. In order to drink good tea, even self-esteem and life can be discarded......"

Jing Ge's last memory of the old man was the day when the other party said goodbye to her.

She hadn't seen him since.

Until three months after the separation.

The news of the death of the old man who was a tea addict came.

Jing Ge thought at first that he had been murdered by the enemy.

In his excitement, he shattered a boulder with his inner hand.

However, he was told that the old man was a tea addict who died for tea.

The old man didn't know where he heard that the ice water that melts in the early spring of the Tianshan Mountains can greatly improve the mellow aroma of tea and make it taste better.

So before the end of winter, he rushed to the Tianshan Mountains alone.

In the end, he stumbled and fell into the cliff and died in the thick snow at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains.

It was also from that time that Jing Ge vaguely realized that obsession would really be fatal!

Jing Ge briefly told Bai Ye about the old man who was a tea idiot.

This matter has been sealed in her heart for a long time, and she never intended to turn it out to anyone.

However, today, I don't know why, sitting in front of Bai Ye, drinking high-quality tea, and letting her thoughts fly, she actually wanted to introduce the old man to Bai Ye.

If the old man and the uncle of the tea addict know each other, the two may be able to meet friends with tea.

After all, the old man who is a tea addict is best at meeting friends with tea.

Under his influence, more and more people around him learned to taste tea.

It's just that no one's obsession is as good as that of the old man who is a tea man.