The four elders on the stage did not say a word. The people in the crowd who preferred Tan Qianqing, the tea king, shot back unabashedly: "It's your turn to wait for the Huangkou baby to speak in vain?!"

"Baili Xi is not bad.

"Originally, this bucket of tea, for us laymen, one is for tea tasting, and the other is for appreciation. In this way, the tea art of Gugu is more charming. A middle-aged man who knew a little about the art of tea stepped forward.

"Wouldn't it? It's that Coo-Coo is too slow, which reflects Tan Er's speed. ”

"When it comes to appreciation, Tan Qianhao's tea art is coherent, and the overall action exudes indescribable 'beauty', and the cooing is the deep thinking that is born under extreme quiet. The two are different, so I can't compare them......"

"Hehe, it's true that the tea art of Gugu is thought-provoking, just looking, watching, and before you know it, you are going to fall asleep. ”

People really have their own opinions.

......

Magu got up, staggered into the crowd, contrary to the usual coldness, and gave everyone a tea popularization education in a trembling tone, she told the story:

"There are only two criteria that determine the outcome of a tea fight. One is the color of the soup, which is the color of the tea. The general standard is pure white, and blue and white, gray and white, yellow and white are below.

"The color is pure white, indicating that the tea quality is fresh and tender, and the heat is just right when steaming; the color is blue, it indicates that the heat is insufficient when steaming; the color is gray, which is the reason why the heat is too old when steaming; the color is yellow, that is not timely picking; the color is red, and the roasting is too much.

"The second is Tanghua. This refers to the foam that rises from the noodle soup.

"To determine the quality of the soup flower, there are two criteria: the color of the soup flower is closely related to the color of the soup; after the soup flower is flooded, the early and late appearance of the water mark is a watershed, the early one is negative, and the late one wins. ”

Baili Xi is not afraid of others saying that he is touting, he is now learning and selling, borrowing the newly popularized knowledge of Magu and began to comment: "Let me try to say, first look at this tea fight, on the color of the soup, the two fairies have their own strengths: Miss Tan Er's tea is pure white, like the Tianchi of the Sacred Mountain;

"Tang Hua," Baili Xi had no goods in his stomach, and he didn't feel it, he thought for a while, and honestly admitted: "I ...... I can't really say why. ”

Mapo's smile through the veil was still perceived by people, and she continued to patiently say to the younger generations: "The soup and whisk should be just right, if the soup flowers are even, such as 'cold porridge noodles', bite the edge of the bowl tightly, and gather for a long time, this best effect is called 'biting the cup'." ”

"Tsk, this tea thing is really full. Although Brother Wang had food, he didn't make it, and he was a difficult household to find his daughter-in-law, so like a mosquito, he whispered softly and secretly complained on the side.

"If you don't say it's all explained in that story: Jiao Da doesn't look down on Sister Lin. On weekdays, you can look down on the peasant girl Gugu, and you have never been pleasing to the eye of the second generation of the landlord - Miss Tan Qianqing, right?" He Xiangu teased Brother Wang on the side.

"I don't know what it means to 'order soup', 'whisk', and 'bite the cup', I only know that our village is prosperous and yang, you see, these two fairy-like sisters can go up to the hall and the kitchen. As soon as Brother Wang saw He Xiangu, the mouse saw the cat, and immediately saw the wind and changed the tone just now.

At this time, the tea king Tan Qianhao has directly entered the next stage: the whisk stage.

Thinking that she has been nourishing her mind in the high mountains and deep valleys and cliffs all the year round, and has already had some monkly demeanor outside the world, this tea art is probably her last little attachment to the world.

Perhaps, it is precisely because she does not seek standardization and moderation, but intends to be in the ultimate extreme realm, so Tan Qianqin can also surpass many of her peers and play and interpret each tea art to a higher level according to her own understanding.

The soup flowers are lingering, and the soup color is submerged and pure...... Her matcha stage movements are so beautiful......

It was as if the pouring rain had washed away the heat, as if a wall of mica had cooled the entire cliff......

People were fascinated.

At this time, Goo Goo has completely entered a different state.

She patiently swirled, hit, and stirred the tea soup in the old porcelain, the rabbit jar, with the tea whisk, and waited quietly, waiting for the time when the soup would bloom in the tea bowl.

Coo Gu fully enjoyed the process, not avoiding the harassment of mosquitoes and flies, ignoring the whispers of the spectators, and not caring about the impatient attitude of the judges when looking at the light and shadow.

Tea, in her, seems to be her own little teenager's mind, and it has nothing to do with the outside world.

The tea powder spun rapidly in the pot......

The tea foam, which is innocent, light, even, and obscurant, is gathering little by little, and according to the natural characteristics and characteristics of tea, it is gathering almost invisibly, very slowly, naturally......

The speed in Gollum's hand became slower as the foam slowly gathered, and she was like a natural brainless, unconsciously doing a seemingly static game that would never stop, spinning, hitting, and flicking little by little...... Spinning, striking, whisking...... Spinning, striking, whisking......

It seems like there is no end......

Until, until the edge of the tea soup, it began to flood like the noun in the poem, what is called, what ...... "meaning"...... Yes, the tea soup is like a Kong Ming lantern lighting up the dark Zhongyuan night, and it suddenly "bites" the wall of the porcelain.

Coo smiled knowingly.

Then, she gently put away the tea whisk, and then, getting up, taking a step back, and bowing deeply to the judges.

She left the tea soup on the long case and gave everything to the tea soup herself.

Gugu left the wooden case, she allowed, allowed time to go to the tea cup to sketch her own tea love, poetry......

At this time, Tan Qianhao's tea had already been dedicated to the long case of the tea taster.

Magu lifted the corner of the veil, took a sip, and then nodded knowingly.

Leng Ke took a sip of hot tea, and quietly, he exhaled a puff of white vapor, and for a while, the white vapor diffused, extended, and rose, generating a big "sigh" in mid-air.

Master Qingyun didn't make any moves, but there was a clear affirmation in his eyes when he looked at the teacup in his hand.

Just when everyone was infected by Tan Qianqing's skills and praised each other, Gugu also returned to the side of the long case, and it seemed that the time she recognized had arrived.

Gugu used the old porcelain pot that everyone saw as unbearable, and slowly poured a cup and another cup of tea.

In the porcelain cup, gradually, a "new" incense appeared.

This fresh, immature, spring dew-like tea fragrance turned into one petal and two petals...... Aerosol-like lotus petals......

Just when everyone's eyes were attracted to the top of the cup, Tan Qianhao walked over, and she obliviously and closely savored the fragrance of her sister's tea.