Journey To the World of Film and Television

"Hiss~ What kind of tea is this? Why is there no tea fragrance? Mr. Zhuoshi is well-informed, do you know the origin of this tea?"

Hongkui took the tea box and walked around the field, Yuan Tuntian closed the paper fan and leaned over to take a look, flapped his palm lightly, and looked at Mr. Zhuoshi with a strange expression on his face.

"There is a saying in the "Lu Yu Tea Classic" that there are thousands of shapes of tea. To be rude, it is like a barbarian's boots frowning; Indifferent." Mr. Zhuoshi shook his head, and at the end of his long speech, he stroked his beard showing hesitation, "It looks like Boss Si's tea sample, but I have never seen it after drinking tea for decades."

Zhou Ji had a strange look on his face, and couldn't help muttering, "Don't say you haven't seen it, even I saw it for the first time."

Hearing Zhou Ji's muttering, Si Teng glanced at Zhou Ji lightly.

Zhou Ji smiled awkwardly, and moved half a step to the side.

Every time I annoy Si Teng and see her blowing her hair in anger, I always feel a little scared, but somehow secretly happy

Shopkeeper Hu noticed the interaction between the two people next to him, and his eyes became more and more disdainful: At this time, there is still internal strife.

Seeing Hongkui, who was dressed in bright red, return to his position, shopkeeper Hu stroked his beard and smiled.

After the tea show, the next step is to show the water.

For today's tea fight, shopkeeper Hu deliberately sent people to Tiantai Mountain day and night, and brought them here non-stop.

Picking up the simple pottery urn next to it, the shopkeeper Hu took out a bamboo tube to scoop out a spoonful of spring water, and said proudly, "The water I use is the Zen Spring of Tiantai Mountain."

"Zen Spring." "That's Zen Spring."

The spring water sprinkled back to Tao Weng.

For a while, the five judges whispered to each other, and the audience buzzed and discussed continuously.

Some of them also noticed that the roller used by shopkeeper Hu was made of pure gold. Zhao Paner's eyes lit up, he relaxed, and smiled, "We use ordinary rainwater."

Naturally, there is no need to show the rain, Yuan Tuntian frowned and said, "Ah, I'm afraid it's a bit weaker if you half cover your face."

Mr. Zhuoshi said worriedly: "There is a saying in "Lu Yu's Tea Classics" that spring water is the best for tea to be served on mountains and waters. How can rainwater compare to the Zen spring in Tiantai Mountain? Next, we will look at Tongfu Tea House. "

No matter how everyone discussed, Si Teng's expression was indifferent, not disturbed by foreign objects at all, he lifted his slender jade-like Rou Yi, and gently put it on the jade purification bottle next to him, without even looking at everyone.

"The water I gather is the morning dew."

Gather dew and make tea!

At this time, even shopkeeper Hu and everyone in the hall were stunned.

"Obviously I picked it." The deadly mutter came again.

Si Teng raised his eyebrows slightly, pretending not to hear Zhou Ji's muttering.

Zhao Pan'er's heart sank, she never thought that Si Teng would use such a big killer.

The so-called morning dew waits for the sun, the process of collecting dew is quite cumbersome, and it can only be collected in the wilderness and forest very early before the sun comes out.

When the sun rises, the dew will slowly disappear, and the morning dew from the same flower must be collected. If the dew from various plants is mixed together, the original fragrance of the flower will be disturbed.

More importantly, this kind of morning dew needs to be used immediately. Once it is past noon, the freshness of the dew will be lost and the aftertaste will be bitter.

In ancient times, the Wei and Jin Dynasties were elegant, and there were some literati who would do this kind of thing, but now, only the concubines in the palace and even the officials of the court can enjoy this kind of thing.

"Picking dew for tea! It turns out to be dew for cooking tea!" Mr. Zhuoshi sighed, lifted his sleeves and stained the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said longingly, "If I can drink morning dew with the ancients, what regrets is there if I die?"

A group of literati at the side nodded approvingly.

"However, the best flower dew should be of the same grade. Apart from the imperial palace, how can there be a large area of ​​pure color gardens around the capital to provide morning dew?"

Du Changfeng suddenly thought of something and said with a puzzled face.

"This..." Mr. Zhuoshi and Yuan Tuntian realized this, they couldn't help but looked at each other, and gradually returned to calm from the original excitement.

Zhao Pan'er had only been in the capital for more than a month, and didn't know much about the situation here. Hearing Du Changfeng's words, his expression relaxed a little.

What Mr. Zhuoshi said before is not bad.

"The mountain water for tea is the best since the spring water is the best", but the rainwater they collect is not as good as the mountain Zen spring of shopkeeper Hu.

It's just that the gold tea set that Shopkeeper Hu uses for Niancha seems to be extremely valuable, but it is not suitable for spring tea.

Morning dew, only the imperial palace can collect the same kind of dew, and it is absolutely impossible for Miss Si Teng to enter the palace to collect dew.

If it is an ordinary dew, it is not impossible for her to deal with it.

Shopkeeper Hu calmed down.

Glancing at the arrogant and glamorous Si Teng, he snorted coldly, and was almost bluffed by her!

I thought to myself that the Zen spring in Tiantai Mountain is sweet and sweet, which is no worse than the morning dew. Today, it is almost noon after three poles, and the taste of the dew should change.

In order to save face and maintain the authoritative position of Tea Soup Lane, shopkeeper Hu held up a boat-shaped gold mill and showed it to everyone: "This is the gold mill passed down by the tea fairy Lu Tong. Gold is the king of all utensils, without any variegated color." Miscellaneous flavors, the tea that comes out of the plate is fine and fragrant."

The judges watched in amazement.

Attracting everyone's attention, shopkeeper Hu nodded in satisfaction, put down the gold mill and concentrated on grinding tea powder.

Zhao Pan'er's tea set is ordinary, but when she started to grind the tea, she stretched her enchanting and graceful figure, got up and danced.

The light pink cloak is like a fairy streamer, and the toes are tapped lightly, and the fragrant wind blows. The jade hand lifts the cloak, swings it like a cloud sleeve and shakes it lightly.

Zhou Ji looked at the tea set on Zhao Pan'er's table with a strange expression, and Zhao Pan'er who was dancing beside the table, and couldn't help but lean back tactically, revealing the face of an old man on the subway.

Are you here for a tea fight, or for a dance?

Or should we fight Duan Wu before fighting tea?

"Is it good looking?" "Is it good looking?"

Two light and ethereal voices came overlapping, with the same tone, hiding the same danger.

"Cough, although I don't understand why she danced suddenly, but she looks really good-looking." Although Zhou Ji didn't have much affection for Zhao Pan'er, seeing Zhao Pan'er's elegant and graceful figure, he admitted honestly.

Shopkeeper Hu saw that everyone was applauding Zhao Pan'er's dancing posture, frowned slightly, and said dissatisfiedly: "When you grind tea, you can grind tea. What kind of dance do you want to dance so enchantingly? It's really like a brothel!"

Dr. Cha, who was helping at the side, answered, "Who says it's not~ I heard that Mrs. Zhao, like Mrs. Song, has also been an official trick?"

Hearing this, everyone at the scene looked at Zhao Pan'er in unison, buzzing and whispering as if discussing something.

Si Tengsu picked up the tea cake and put it in the cup, without raising his head, he replied casually: "Today is a tea fighting meeting or a bickering meeting, when did Qingmingfang use mouths to grind tea?"

Si Teng's voice was not loud, and the powerful aura emanating from the inside suppressed all the voices present.

Everyone's strange eyes on Zhao Pan'er improved a little, and one of the literati responded, "Boss Si is right. No matter where a hero comes from, Shi Le is just a slave, but he can still be the founding king of the country. Fighting tea is originally an event where all the people show their talents. The method, half-hidden, did not say that the honorable master used gold to crush the evil vulgarity of the market, and the shopkeeper Hu uttered evil words, but he was inferior."

"Brother Du is right!"

In a blink of an eye, these literati began to verbally criticize Shopkeeper Hu. Shopkeeper Hu's face was ugly, and he lowered his head and just grinded his own tea powder.

On Zhao Paner's side, the dance ended. It turned out that after dancing so much, it was just to fan the stove.

I saw her fluttering up and down with a round fan, matched with a fairy-like appearance, her figure was really good-looking, and after a while she attracted everyone's attention again.

It's really gimmicky.

Zhou Ji shook his head, looked away, and looked at Si Teng, who was sitting at the table in an orderly manner, rolling tea cakes unhurriedly, with a slight smile on his lips.

Pulled a chair and sat sideways at the table, raised his arms to look at Si Teng's beautiful and beautiful profile, Si Teng kept making tea, and said lightly, "I don't want to dance with others."

"Ha~" Zhou Ji couldn't help laughing, "I didn't tell you to dance"

"Then you look at me like that?" Si Teng lifted up a strand of hair that had slipped from his ear, turned his head, and looked at Zhou Ji with his clear and clear eyes, with a faint hint of threat in the depths of his eyes.

It seems to say, if you dare to let me dance with Zhao Pan'er, I will bury you.

The four eyes met, reflecting the self in each other's eyes, Zhou Ji still had a smile on his face, and said softly, "Because I like to see you."

"." There was a soft light in Si Teng Mingche's eyes, and he turned his head and continued to grind the tea, "I still remember the hatred just now~! Don't think that if you say something nice, I won't bury you tonight."

"Okay! Everyone else has started ordering tea! Why are you still getting tired of it!"

Hongkui has a fiery personality and is extremely competitive. Because of Zhou Ji's presence, she didn't smash the heads of the two old bastards who uttered wild words on the spot. When she turned her head, she saw that the two were still talking about some personal matters that made her even more angry. Can't help but said: "If you lose the tea fight to that bad old man today, no matter where you are buried in the future, I will dig you out!"

"Well"

Zhou Ji didn't answer Hongkui's words, so he stood up and looked at the tea fighting arena solemnly.

After grinding the tea powder, shopkeeper Hu has already started ordering tea first. He first passed the teacup with boiling water in the pot, then scooped up the tea powder with a small spoon, made it into a paste in the cup, and poured it with hot soup from time to time. Then use the tea whisk to quickly stir in a circle, and in a short while, the tea cup will be covered with snow-white foam.

"The soup is ordered like a silver dragon, and the whisk is light and heavy. It is worthy of being a famous player in the tea soup alley!" Someone beside him praised.

Although Zhou Ji once traveled through the ancient times for eight years, the master of the tea ceremony at that time mainly made tea, and ordering tea like this kind of tea powder with salt and seasoning did not suit his taste to be honest.

Turning her head to look at the other side, Zhao Pan'er seems to have just begun.

Seeing shopkeeper Hu's hand gesture, Zhao Pan'er looked dignified, frowned slightly, and picked up the tea whisk to strike, but instead of stirring in a loop, she moved her wrists like flying fingers like playing a piano, and her movements suddenly turned into phantoms. Yuan Tuntian saw the sudden silence of the crowd, turned his head to look at Zhao Pan'er's heroic appearance, and opened his mouth wide, unable to speak.

"Ms. Zhao's flicking with her hand seems to be using the flicking strings in the piano technique?"

Song Yinzhang on the side raised his chin triumphantly, walked slowly from the table, and stood in front of the stage to show off to everyone, "Exactly, although my sister seldom plays in front of outsiders, she plays ten strings on the seven strings. The rest of the work."

More than ten years?

Zhou Ji waved to Song Yinzhang lightly, Song Yinzhang was full of doubts, glanced at Zhao Pan'er, raised his wrist, raised his hand, and said to everyone, "Everyone, please listen~"

Zhao Pan'er's tea whisk hit the teacup, and the sound of gold and stone could be faintly heard.

Song Yinzhang took advantage of the situation and walked to Zhou Ji, whispered: "Young Master Zhou, is there something wrong?"

"No, I'm just curious about something, and I want to ask Miss Yinzhang." Zhou Ji said curiously, "Isn't Miss Pan'er hiding clumsiness, has she been taken to the accountant by her mother to manage money since she was a child? Then where did she come from?" Learning seven strings for the rest of the year? Aren't you afraid of being discovered by the mother?"

"This..." Song Yinzhang has always been simple. She was just a flower in a greenhouse in Qiantang Leying, and she never thought about it. But when Zhou Ji mentioned it, she looked at Zhao Pan'er with the same doubt, and said hesitantly: "Maybe it's Pan'er." Sister, is she gifted and intelligent?"

Hmm. So smart indeed.

After working as an accountant for several years, he obviously received a fixed salary, but in the end he saved more money than Song Yinzhang, the "No. 1 pipa player in the south of the Yangtze River", who was often rewarded.

What else can Zhou Ji say?

It can only be said that Mammy is really a big wronged person for such an accountant. No, big philanthropist.

On this side, shopkeeper Hu’s action of stirring the tea foam is coming to an end. Hearing that Zhao Pan’er can play the zither song "Yangguan Sandie" by stirring the teacup with a tea whisk, he can’t help but be surprised. , "My tea is ready!"

Zhao Pan'er looked up at Si Teng, who had just finished grinding the tea powder, hit the last shot, and said with a smile, "Mine is fine too."

The two looked at Si Teng in unison, but saw Si Teng pouring the tea powder into the cup calmly, and at this moment he was able to pick up the jade bottle, without any anxiety or impatience.

Hongkui couldn't help but said, "Others have done well, aren't you in a hurry?"

"This match is about soup color, so what's the point of competing for a moment's speed?"

The clear dew was poured into the teacup, and the tea powder that had no tea fragrance quietly germinated a faint fragrance of grass and trees. The evil spirit on the surface of the rattan silk was washed away by the dew that Zhou Ji bestowed on the fairy, and the fragrance of vitality permeated the whole place in a blink of an eye. Tea line.

Si Tengsu picked up the tea whisk and tapped the cup lightly, with a clear and natural rhythm.

Not as hasty as Shopkeeper Hu, and not as showy as Zhao Pan'er.

In just a short moment, the tea whisk was suspended, which made people feel a sense of regret.

Si Teng's cold and calm voice woke up the disappointment of everyone. He raised the teacup in his hand and signaled, "My tea is ready."

The so-called tea fighting means not only the taste of the tea, but also the color of the tea.

The color is the color of the tea soup, and the float is the cup of tea powder.

To put it simply, in the first tea fight, whoever is white wins, and whoever loses the scum first loses.

Shopkeeper Hu nodded to Dr. Cha beside him. Dr. Cha took the tea cup to Zhao Paner and Si Teng, and then showed the tea foam to the five judges.

Looking at the pure white and sticky tea foam, Zhao Pan'er made up her mind, confirming that her tea foam is not inferior to the opponent in the slightest, and the first round is bound to be a draw.

Zhou Ji also saw the tea foam from Zhao Paner's whisk, which was no different from that of Shopkeeper Hu and Si Teng.

Immediately, Zhou Ji felt that words came to his mouth, which made people feel uncomfortable:

You, since tea art is so good, why do you have to dance such an irrelevant butterfly dance at the beginning?

Show your talents, are you going to Bollywood? ?

Or, with dancing and buffs, can the tea foam turn white?