The Chu family's old mansion doesn't look good from the outside.

But when you enter the gate, there is no cave.

The small courtyard is only more than 50 square meters, but it is arranged into a landscape courtyard, which is small and exquisite, revealing a strong humanistic atmosphere.

Passing through the courtyard, you will find a hall house, and you can see the bottom at a glance.

There is still a lot of yard area, and there is a backyard at the back, it seems that the ancestors of the Chu family are not small households.

Just this set of dwellings, placed in the imperial capital, it is really a large courtyard house comparable to the root of the imperial city.

As soon as he entered the door, Chu Siwen greeted him with a smile on his face.

Split the head and cover the face and stretched out his hand:

"Good grandson-in-law, the first time you come to the door, don't say that you came empty-handed."

Zhuang Bi really wants to beat this old guy.

There was a middle-aged couple standing at the door, with outstanding temperament, the man was polite and polite, and the woman was gentle and demure, just looking at Zhuang Bi.

The woman is fine, but the man's expression is a little serious.

Chu Jun's face was red and his heart was beating, and he forcibly endured his shyness and said to the middle-aged couple:

"Dad, Mom, this is Xiaozhuang, you've seen it."

Zhuang Bi hurriedly presented the gift he had just bought with both hands:

"Uncle, aunt, the first time I came to the door, a small gift is not a respect, it is really rude."

Mei Yizhu smiled at her aunt, stretched out her hand to take the gift and looked at it, and was suddenly a little surprised:

"Oh, Xiaozhuang, this is a little too expensive, it really makes you break the bank."

"Look at what you said, auntie, if you have anything you like in the future, leave it to me, and I will definitely do it for you."

Mei Yizhu looked at him, and the unhappiness in his heart disappeared cleanly:

"You kid, Ying Shao, look at how good this kid is, no wonder so many people like him."

Chu Yingshao hummed without being salty, looked at the gift handed over by Zhuang Bi, and reached out to take it:

"Xiaozhuang, welcome to you, a busy man, please come in."

Zhuang Bi's back was cold.

Even when I saw Mo Qiuyan's father and mother, I wasn't so nervous.

It's really a bit faceless for this uncle.

How do you impress him?

Write a few words in a moment?

Sing me a song to you.

As soon as he turned around, Chu Siwen's face was full of chrysanthemums behind him, but his eyes were wandering, and he must not have thought of anything good.

"Yingshao, you guys go in first, old man, I'll go out for a walk."

After saying that, Chu Siwen walked away with his hands behind his back.

Zhuang Bi's heart was tight.

Don't, can I call you grandpa?

Old man, if you go, I'll sit on wax.

Facing my father-in-law's pole, I will really be nervous.

Mei Yizhu warmly greeted Zhuang Bi into the house, then beckoned him to sit down, and turned around to prepare tea.

When he left, he called Chu Jun away by the way.

In the hall, Chu Yingshao and Zhuang Bi sat opposite each other, and no one spoke, and the atmosphere was quite embarrassing.

Especially Chu Yingshao's eyes, constantly looking at Zhuang Bi, a little infiltrating.

Zhuang Bi wanted to speak several times, but was blocked by Chu Yingshao's eyes.

Until Chu Jun walked out with a set of blue and white tea sets.

"Dad, where is the big red robe of the ancient tree that grandpa treasured?"

Chu Yingshao suddenly felt that this daughter had been raised in vain.

Chu Siwen's little bit of ancient tree Da Hong Pao, is it a really good thing, or snatched from Wei Boqing, that is the special supply of the inland sea, the six mother trees in the southeast Wuyi Mountain, usually have people standing guard 24 hours a day, the annual output does not exceed 50 kilograms, and the sky-high price of 300,000 yuan per gram of tea.

Wei Boqing can also get a few taels a year, and he will be robbed of half by Chu Siwen.

That thing, Chu Yingshao just followed and drank some leftover water.

This is good, as soon as the hairy foot son-in-law enters the door, he will be treated like this.

My little padded jacket, isn't it a little leaky?

A set of small and delicate tea sets was placed in front of him, and Zhuang Bi decided to show his hand and shake the old man who was dissatisfied with himself.

Mei Yizhu walked out carrying an electric kettle, and Zhuang Bi hurriedly got up and took it:

"Auntie, let me come, just let you experience my tea-making skills."

Mei Yizhu was stunned for a moment, and immediately pulled Chu Jun to sit down with great interest.

Zhuang Bi started the performance as if no one was around.

Hands and feet are quick to choose tea leaves, pour water, hot tea sets, and wash tea.

A series of bells and whistles were so flustered that Chu Jun's family of three was dazzled.

Chu Jun was fascinated by it, his eyebrows fluttered, and his eyes lit up for a while.

Mei Yizhu also opened her mouth slightly in surprise, and said in her heart, is Xiaozhuang playing magic?

Only Chu Yingshao only felt a burst of electricity all over his body.

Tea ceremony.

This is the real tea ceremony.

The layman looks at the bustle, and the insider looks at the doorway.

Chu Yingshao's Chinese culture is profound, and his favorite is the style of the Wei and Jin dynasties.

Zhuang Bi's set of movements, whether it is choosing, washing, washing, or soaking, every link is meticulous, just like a dance.

The movement of two hands between square inches looks easy, but it is as difficult as the sky.

It's a combination of power and beauty.

Click.

Brush brush brush.

The tea particles are crisp, and the water flows into a line, Chu Yingshao is relaxed and happy, but Chu Jun and the old lady are dumbfounded.

"Xiaozhuang, you...... Play...... Playing magic? ”

Mei Yizhu said in shock.

Chu Yingshao glared at her lover, signaled her not to make a sound, and then looked solemn and excited, her eyes stared at Zhuang Bi's hands, and she didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing any movement.

The more he watched, the more excited he became.

The heart said that this kid is young, how can he do anything?

The calligraphy in the Wei family last time can be called a master.

And her lover, the music department, also because of this kid's piano, moved a lot of thought and wanted to get him to participate in international competitions.

Not to mention anything else, this tea art is definitely a master.

If I can drink the tea made by this kid every day, it will be a pleasure.

Not to mention Da Hong Pao, it is ten yuan a pound of inferior tea, with this technique, it can also be turned into good tea.

At this time, Chu Siwen stepped in.

Seeing this scene, he directly put down the things in his hand, came to Chu Yingshao, and pointed to the side.

Chu Yingshao had no choice but to move his ass aggrievedly.

Zhuang Bi had already brewed the tea, and in the five-egg-sized teacup, the golden tea was extremely attractive.

"I'll come first."

Chu Siwen honestly and unceremoniously picked up a glass, first smelled it for a while, then shook his head and shook his head with a relaxed expression, and finally took a sip slowly, sighed, and admired:

"It's delicious, it's weird, why do I brew the same tea and taste so different?"

Chu Yingshao secretly rolled his eyes.

With the way you brew a teacup all day, even the best tea is a waste.

He cautiously picked up one of the cups almost as if he were on a pilgrimage, looked at it before smelling it and then drank it, and the whole person entered a delicate state:

"The taste is long, the entrance is delicious, it is wonderful, Xiaozhuang, your tea art can be called a grandmaster."

Zhuang Bi smiled.

Sample.

Still tsundere, isn't it?

Hairy-footed son-in-law, I still have many ways to make you obediently send a smile.

The door to making tea is very deep, he uses the true yuan to make tea, and the score of the heat time is not bad, and it is strange that the tea brewed is not delicious.

That is, this water is not very good.

Chu Jun and Mei Yizhu also picked up a cup of tea and drank it, their eyes lit up.

"Boy, this tea is delicious, or tea."

Chu Yingshao glanced at his father aggrievedly, and said depressedly:

"Dad, of course the tea is good, but the tea art is the key, no matter how good the tea is, if it is not brewed properly, it is also a waste product, and no matter how ordinary tea can be brewed, it can be brewed into the best, just your way of drinking, cow chewing peony."

Chu Siwen glared:

"Bunny, how do you talk to your father?"

Chu Yingshao was so frightened that his hands trembled, and the golden tea soup was scattered all over the ground.