Ye Fan said in a low voice: "They are calming their hearts, and only by immersing their hearts in the tea can they brew the best tea."

Finally, after about ten minutes or so, Ning Zimo and Hu Tian, Hui Hai, began to move at the same time.

Light a charcoal fire, boil water, make tea …

The somewhat difference was that Huutian Hui Hai's expression was more serious. Every step seemed exquisite and meticulous, and it was also extremely quiet, almost without making any sound.

Both of them were completely focused on the tea, paying no attention to what was happening around them.

Watching the two people make tea, it was as if they were adding ink to a lifelike landscape painting, indulging in love with the mountains and rivers, singing the wine and living a carefree life.

Ye Fan smiled. He, too, enjoyed watching Ning Xuemo's tea ceremony.

As they were talking, Ning Xuemo and Hu Tian, Hui Hai, stopped what they were doing and completed the step of making the tea.

The two of them used trays to place five cups of tea in front of the judges.

Ye Fan pulled Du Yun'er's hand, walking forward and said, "Everyone, do you mind letting us have a taste?"

The judges were all amiable old men, so they had no objections.

Du Yun'er thanked him and took a sip of her tea. Immediately, she felt the tea seeping into her heart as she said in pleasant surprise, "This tea tastes really good. I've never tasted a tea with such strong flavors before and don't feel any astringency."

"Little girl, try mine," at this time, Futian Hui Hai also brought his tea and said in Chinese that was not quite standard.

Ye Fan and Du Yun'er also tasted it, and also felt that the taste was very good.

"It's better to be able to tell who's better, I feel very good," Du said, vexed.

A few of the senior tea ceremony judges were exchanging views.

Hearing this, Ka Tian, Hui Hai, suddenly said with dissatisfaction: "Judge, what's the reason?"

The judges said: "The tea brewed by the two of you did not fall behind, but in the process of brewing the tea, Miss Ning displayed a certain kind of artistic conception, which led to more fanciful thoughts.

"Perhaps it is because Mr. Hirota was too focused on winning or losing that he was unable to do the best."

Futian's Hui Hai frowned. He had noticed that when Ning Xuemo was making tea, the feeling she exuded was not the same as his. She seemed more like a tall mountain and flowing water, conforming to the concept of the Way of Tea.

"I've lost. Indeed, there is no difference in taste. In terms of the conception of the process, I'm lacking a bit," said Huutian Hui Hai.

Ning Xuemo also spoke politely, "The Lucky Tea Dao pa.s.sed down by Mister Fu Tian has been around for more than four hundred years. There are many things to admire about it. Today's compet.i.tion has gained a lot from it."

Ning Xuemo didn't understand Fu Sang's language, so she could only turn to the judges beside her. Two of the judges were Fu Sang's people, and that was to be fair.

After listening to the translation, Ning Zimo smiled and replied, "I just silently recited two lines in my heart, 'The Treasure Cauldron Tea is green, and the Foggy Window Chess is cool'. Imagine the mood and immerse yourself in the Way of Tea."

Ye Fan sighed, walking up and suddenly saying in the fluent Fusang language, "At that time, Miss Ning was thinking of two couplets, from China's' Dream of the Red Chamber '.

What he meant was that the precious cauldron no longer boiled tea. Green vapour was still drifting around the room, and the chess game under the window had already been completed. His fingers even felt a little cold.

These two couplets were written by a young master named Baoyu in that novel. He had a.s.similated visual and sense of touch experiences into the couplet, and also depicted the leisure and elegance brought about by the Way of Tea and the Way of Chess. "

"Young sir, your Fusang language is really good and your explanation is very clear. Your Chinese culture is indeed vast and profound!

Many of us, Fu Sang, feel that the Way of Tea only exists in Fu Sang, and that the Dao of Tea in China does not have any foundation. Today, it can be considered an eye-opener. "

Ning Xuemo had a face full of pride. This was the man she liked. Not only in terms of martial arts, but also in terms of cultivation, he was able to communicate with her.

Ning Zimo had changed into her usual clothes and asked Zhao Zhong to arrange for lunch before coming to stand in front of Ye Fan and Du Yun'er.

"Ye Fan, don't you want to introduce her to me? Who is she?"

"Oh... I've heard you mention it quite a few times! "Ning Xuemo extended her hand in a straightforward manner," h.e.l.lo. My name is Ning Xuemo, I'm the Lady Boss of this place. "

"Miss Ning. Your name is so nice to hear … "

Just as she finished speaking, Du Yun'er suddenly remembered something. Her delicate body trembled and her eyes widened, "Miss Ning … You. "Your name …"

"What happened to my name?" Ning Xuemo did not understand.

Ye Fan said with a chuckle, "Yun'er, the Ning'er in front of you is the Purple Bamboo Forest's president. How about it? Is she the same as the gangster boss you imagined?"

Du Yun'er felt that her legs had already become weak. She looked at the man with grievance and grievance. The difference between her image and her ident.i.ty was too big!

Hearing this, Ning Zimo knew the ins and outs of what had happened. She rolled her eyes at the man and took the initiative to step forward and hold onto Du Yun'er's hand, "Little Sister Yun'er, don't be afraid. Although our Violet Bamboo Forest is an underground gang, ever since I've taken office, I've never touched drugs or sold people.

The only difference between us and ordinary business is that we manage things differently, and we settle disputes on our own, not with the police. " Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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