Sang Yu didn't quite remember when the last time Gu Nanxing was talking about it.

But since he wants to drink, as Qiao Beiyue's new agent, he has no reason to offend the director.

"Director Gu elevates my skills, how can I refuse, that is, I haven't touched tea for several years, and I will overturn the car when I cook tea later, don't laugh at me."

When Gu Nanxing heard her address him, he frowned and said softly: "I have started to call Director Gu, it seems that I have lost my life." ”

Sang Yu's fingers curled up and bit his lower lip lightly, no matter how he heard it, he felt that there was a trace of inexplicable grievance in his tone.

Regarding the salutation, she thought carefully about it on the way here.

Qiao Beiyue is now an artist in Gu Nanxing's new drama, she has now become Qiao Beiyue's agent, and in addition to alumni, there are more layers of partnership relationship between her and Gu Nanxing, and she is called "senior", which is somewhat unclear and unclear about the position.

Sang Yu thinks that she is a person who is good at dealing with a sense of proportion, and she doesn't want to bring trouble to the communication between the two sides in her future work, giving others the impression that Qiao Beiyue is a role that she gets, not her own outstanding strength, so that Gu Nanxing treats her differently.

Gu Nanxing saw her entangled expression and sighed: "Director Gu will be Director Gu, and shout with everyone on the set in the future, I can't notice you, don't blame me." ”

Sang Yu chuckled: "No, my voice is better than theirs, and Director Gu was the first to notice me." ”

The tea master put the tea set on the table, and the three of them successfully took their seats.

The girl who came to cook tea was not very old, she was just in her early twenties, her makeup was plain and elegant, she was wearing a cotton and linen long skirt, her movements were soothing, and her demeanor was full.

Sang Yu knows in his heart that in a tea room like this, most of the guests come to talk about business, and the tea and flowers are just vassal elegance, and there are not many people who really understand tea.

Beauty with fragrant tea, can it taste bad?

The girl's voice was clear, and when she introduced the tea category, her eyes stayed on Gu Nanxing, and she subconsciously felt that he should be the only person present who knew a little about tea culture.

Before the tea was brewed, there was a fancy gaiwan tea art performance, with slender fingers, pinching the lid and flying, and the movements were quite smooth.

fell into Sang Yu's eyes, with a somewhat fancy taste, especially the pink nail polish on her fingernails, although it was not conspicuous, it made the whole set of originally smooth movements become noisy.

Her grandfather taught her since she was a child, and those who have been with tea all the year round are most taboo about good tea being contaminated with the taste of artificial flavors.

A set of actions was completed, and the girl smiled at everyone.

Qiao Beiyue clapped his hands very much: "Yes, yes, I used to wonder why those men always like to go to the tea room to talk about business, but today I learned that they are not only here to drink tea, but also to see beautiful women, and they drink tea, but it is more intoxicating than wine!" ”

Gu Nanxing kept a gentle smile on his face, and he couldn't tell whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied.

Sang Yu didn't speak, she smiled faintly, but stopped her movement when the tea master reached out and wanted to pinch the tea leaves out of the can.

"Wait a minute!" Sang Yu looked up at Gu Nanxing, "Didn't you say you wanted to make tea with me?" Then I won't bother this little girl. ”

Gu Nanxing waved at the tea master.

The girl's eyes fell on Sang Yu, upholding professional ethics, the corners of her mouth kept a smile up, and persuaded: "This young lady, each tea in our store has its own brewing method, combined with temperature and region, the brewing method is different, if you are not a professional, it is better not to try it, after all, good tea is not easy to get, if it is wasted...... It's a pity. ”

She didn't leave, just stepped aside and stood.

She is one of the best tea cooks among the young girls in this Cantonese teahouse, and she was allowed to work after three months of training, believing that although she is not as good as the old tea customers who are good at making tea, she knows more than most ordinary people.

The girl in front of her looked a few years older than her, and she might not even be able to distinguish between black tea and white tea, let alone their methods and tastes.

She is not distressed and wasted tea, after all, no one cares about the tea money for customers who can consume here.

It's just that the man sitting next to her has a good appearance and temperament, and from the moment she entered the door, she heard Qiao Beiyue call him "Director Gu", he should be in the entertainment industry.

The girl also hopes to make a good impression on him, she thinks she looks good, and she has heard that some directors like to dig up new talents on their own, maybe she sees that she has a skill that can make her mix in a role.

When she was receiving tea art training, even the teacher said that her posture and temperament when cooking tea were surprisingly elegant and evocative.

Where did Sang Yu know the little Jiujiu in the heart of the tea master, it was completely because she saw the girl stretching out her hand to apply nail polish, so she stretched it into the tea can, and felt sorry for the jar before the rain.

My grandfather called her some time ago to complain that today's harvest was not good, there were several heavy rains in the spring, and there was a typhoon on the east coast, which affected the harvest of tea.

Sang Yu's expression was faint, and she said to the girl: "In this way, you just sit here, watch me make tea, if you think my steps or something is wrong, you can mention it to me." ”

When the girl heard this, she immediately agreed, and guiding an inexperienced layman is sometimes more eye-catching than her playing in person, after all, no matter how beautiful the flowers are, they must be set off by green leaves.

"Okay, then let's get started, Miss."

Qiao Beiyue and Gu Nanxing were also waiting for her to move with anticipation, but Sang Yu was stared at a little uncomfortable.

Fortunately, she has developed a habit since she was a child, and she has no distractions when cooking tea, concentrating on the silent churning between the tea leaves and the hot water, as if she has returned to the years in the countryside all of a sudden.

Before spring, every tea lover must come to a tea mountain appointment, halfway up the mountainside hundreds of acres of tea garden, full of spring mud mixed with the strong fragrance of tea tips.

Grandpa came back from the tea garden and happily showed Sang Yu the new tea he had just picked, and the most tender green in spring was on the tea mountain where everything was recovering.

And the new fire will try the new tea, and the poetry and wine will take advantage of the years.

The first step in boiling tea is to smell the fragrance of the tea, put the dry tea into the tea cup, and scald the bowl with boiling water.

Sang Yu's movements are skillful and steady, and every movement seems to have been rehearsed countless times, without any superfluous fancy.

The tea master who was originally waiting to see Sangyu's jokes and thinking about stepping forward to give some pointers was stunned.

From the first movement of Sang Yu's raised hand, she knew that the girl in front of her knew tea.

Sang Yu continued to move his hands, and when the temperature increased, he threw the tea, shook the incense, and the slender fingertips buckled the tea lid to make the tea heat and stimulate the tea fragrance.

Perfectly blend tea with hot water, watch the tea leaves rise and fall in the water, and the leaves stretch.

The sound of tea and porcelain colliding sounded in the quiet room, slightly, like a drum beating on people's hearts, slightly soothing and with some surprises.

The tea master girl's face gradually sank, and Sang Yu's calmness and proficiency in cooking tea were even better than the teacher who taught her the tea ceremony.

It's not that her craftsmanship is exquisite, but the feeling of blending in with the tea when making tea, it has to be the kind of special atmosphere that can only be possessed by people who have been immersed in the sea of tea all year round.

A pot of tea was poured into their respective cups, and Sang Yu specially poured a cup for the tea master, and raised his hand to signal: "I haven't touched tea for a long time, the technique is a little rusty, try it, I hope there is no waste of good tea in your store." ”

The girl nodded slightly and thanked her, took a sip of tea, and as soon as the fragrance of tea crossed her mouthpiece, she knew that Sang Yu's words were modest.

sighed in her heart, fortunately, she didn't rush to steam tea today, otherwise in comparison, she would have to be the one who became a clown!

Qiao Beiyue is a contemporary young man who has no research on tea, and his understanding of tea may be limited to the oolong in milk tea and the tea base made from red and green tea.

The evaluation given is just as simple: "It's delicious, it's delicious!" ”

Gu Nanxing obviously knows a lot, one smells the aroma of the bowl, the second smells the aroma of the bottom of the tea leaves, and the third smells the hanging incense at the bottom of the cup, every action is extremely elegant, and I feel that watching him drink tea is more fascinating than the tea itself.

"The tea soup is mellow, the entrance is slightly bitter, but it is immediately covered by sweetness, the cheeks are raw, the throat is silky, Sangyu, it is worthy of you, the craftsmanship is the same as when you were in college, and you will remember it for many years after drinking it."

Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, Gu Nanxing's praise was somewhat exaggerated.

The eldest young master of the Gu family wanted to drink good tea, but many people rushed to him and asked him to evaluate it.

However, the university mentioned in his words made Sang Yuchen's memories full of memories and opened a corner.

She seems to have really made tea once in college, at a debate between the two schools.

Originally, he was caught by his roommate who entered the tea art club and pulled him over to work, but he didn't expect Gu Nanxing to be there in that game.

Her roommate himself is not interested in tea art, and he joined the club completely to chase the male god.

I heard that Sang Yu learned to make tea behind her grandfather when she was a child, so she dragged her to help in the debate.

She still remembers that the tea leaves were quite good when she made tea, and it didn't look like the price that the school tea art club could afford.

The sound of the tea lid colliding pulled Sangyu back to reality.

The tea in the cup of the three of them bottomed out in an instant, and Sang Yu could only continue it for them, and he didn't do anything at all, and patronized the tea.

"The snow is cold in the world, the tea is warm in the world, and the winter is elegant, nothing more than listening to the snow cooking tea, sitting leisurely, and gossiping in front of the window of three or two friends."

In the snowy sky, a familiar black Bentley drove from a distance and slowly stopped at the door of the teahouse.

The man got out of the back seat, without an umbrella, and the black coat quickly covered his shoulders with snowflakes.

Sang Yu's position happened to be near the window, and his eyes met with Qi Huaiyan in mid-air.

Soon a teahouse staff member trotted in, holding an umbrella with a courteous attitude, and the smile on his face was so bad that even the folds came out.

"Lord, you are here, why don't you tell us in advance, we can prepare."

Qi Huai said lightly: "There are friends who are already inside, so don't worry about Manager Lu." ”

The man who was called Manager Lu quickly reacted: "You are talking about the young master of the Gu family, it has been here for a while, I will carry you in, the ground is slippery, be careful of your step." ”