Fang Xiyan also liked it and nodded: "Yes, Bai Doufu, where are the girls? You sent them back so quickly?"

Gu Ximo smiled slightly: "This is not the place for conversation, why don't we find a teahouse to chat?"

In a teahouse

This teahouse is very elegantly decorated, which is Fang Xiyan's favorite style.

The three of them sat opposite each other in a quieter place by the window.

Fang Xiyan and Feng Xiaoxun were sitting on one side, and Gu Ximo was on the other side.

There was a small red clay stove next to it, and the water in the kettle on the stove was about to boil. Gu Ximo first broke the tea cakes into even pieces, and after the kettle on the stove was boiling, he took a set of tea sets.

That tea set is different from other tea sets in this teahouse. It is as white as snow, as thin as an eggshell, and looks like a lotus flower. It seems to have veins of petals on it, which is gentle and soft, and glistens in the sunlight.

Ironing the pot, warming the cup, drying the pot, setting the tea, baking the tea, filling the water... Gu Ximo's movements were like flowing water, free and smooth, which surprised Fang Xiyan.

Unexpectedly, this fellow Taoist is actually a master of tea ceremony!

This is different from white tofu...

The red wine-like tea reflects the white jade-like lotus cup, which is so red that it looks more like a budding lotus. It is so pleasing to the eye that people can hardly take their eyes away.

The faint fragrance of tea overflows, filling the nose in the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

"I didn't expect Brother Gu to be so good at making tea because of his superb skills." Looking at his little tea skills, he has been immersed in this art for at least three to five years.

Gu Ximo pushed a cup of tea towards her: "I'll make you laugh, try it."

Fang Xiyan picked it up and took a sip. There was a hint of bitterness in the fragrance, and the fragrance lingered on her teeth and cheeks before she even entered her mouth: "Good tea. I admire it." She praised it unceremoniously.

Fang Xiyan is naturally a glutton for food and drink, and she also likes to drink tea.

It's just that she was lazy and too lazy to make tea by herself. In modern times, she hired a tea master. It was said that the tea master had learned tea ceremony in Japan and was considered a master, but not as good as Gu Ximo and not as good as him.

Delicious.

Fang Xiyan felt that her affection for Gu Ximo had risen to another level.

He has great skills, is a colleague of hers, is good at making tea, is as gentle as jade, and looks like her idol in modern times. He is gentle and considerate to her, and he is simply a good man from Yishi IKEA!

This kind of man seemed to be tailor-made for her, and her heart couldn't help but flutter like a cup of tea.

"Is it really that good?" Feng Xiaoxun, who was sitting next to him, suddenly spoke lazily. There was almost no expression on his picturesque handsome face, but there seemed to be a slight sarcasm on the slightly raised corners of his lips.

Fang Xiyan was stunned and glanced at him. She was about to say something when the tea cup in front of her was suddenly picked up by a small white jade-like hand. Feng Xiaoxun took a sip, tasted it briefly, and smiled faintly: "It's just fine.

Erle.”

Fang Xiyan was originally shocked by his strong movements. That was her teacup——

And luckily, the place where Feng Xiaoxun's lips came into contact coincided with the position where she was drinking tea. This meant that he tasted her saliva...

She was about to remind her, but she didn't expect Feng Xiaoxun to comment so rudely. She frowned slightly and said warmly: "Tianyi, you are still young and don't understand the tea ceremony..."

Generally, children will not be allowed to drink tea for fear of affecting their development. Naturally, they are also amateurs in tea ceremony...

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