Shu embroidery

Shen Chuqing thought that she had already greeted the teacher just now, so she could only bite the bullet and lead her into the house.

Glancing secretly at Mr. Qunfang who was still reading, he wondered if he should remind Feng Li of his teacher's ability to criticize?

But Feng Li didn't give her a chance at all, when he saw the big man who could only be seen in newspapers and magazines, he immediately shouted excitedly, "Mr. Qunfang, it's really Mr. Qunfang.

I finally saw you in real life, and let me tell you, I am your die-hard fan. Since I was in elementary school, I have always regarded you as an idol I want to learn in my life.

As long as there are exhibitions with your works, I have participated in them every time. The dragons you embroidered made me believe that dragons really exist in this world, but ordinary people like me cannot see them. "

This abrupt voice directly broke the tranquility of the entire hall, and Shen Chuqing was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a place to hide immediately.

Glaring at Feng Li fiercely, still feeling a little puzzled, he stretched out his hand and pinched her arm heavily, and reminded in a low voice, "Sister, can you keep quiet first?"

It was only at this moment that Feng Li realized that the air was a little frozen, but the movement had already been made by himself. Mr. Qunfang also put down the magazine in his hand, and was looking up at her at the moment.

The moment that familiar frown appeared, Shen Chuqing was ready to be trained.

"This little mouth looks good, and it's good at talking. Come and sit here." Mr. Qunfang not only didn't start to criticize, but beckoned to Feng Li and asked her to sit on the sofa next to him.

Shen Chuqing looked at the scene in front of her in surprise, and the teacher stopped being critical. Could it be that flattery is really useful?

"Thank you sir, I'm Chuqing's classmate Feng Li."

Feng Li quickly introduced herself, and sat next to Mr. Qunfang very comfortably.

"Students from the Academy of Fine Arts, the temperament is not bad." Mr. Qunfang looked at her carefully, and blurted out his conclusion.

Shen Chuqing knew that it was acceptable to say these three words from her mouth, which was already considered approval.

Mino came over from the kitchen with a pot of tea, and said with a smile on his face, "Here comes the tea."

Mr. Qunfang nodded at her, Mino put down the tea tray in his hand, poured a cup very neatly and handed it to Mr. Qunfang.

Looking at Feng Li carefully again, knowing that Shen Chuqing brought her here, she couldn't help but want to tease her, so she took a plate of empty teacups, poured a cup and handed it to Feng Li with a smile on her face.

"Sister, please drink tea." The sweet voice was more than a thousand miles away from Shen Chuqing's tone of voice.

"Thank you!" Feng Li took the teacup unceremoniously, and took a sip directly by his mouth. After the bitter taste melted in his mouth, Feng Li resisted the urge to spit it out, and swallowed it directly.

"It's so bitter! Why is the tea so bitter?"

"Kudingcha, you are the first person to say bitterness in front of me." Mr. Qunfang said with a smile.

"It's already bitter. Could it be that other people can't drink it?" Feng Li felt so strange and said casually.

Mr. Qunfang looked up at Shen Chuqing with a half-smile, and said lightly, "Yes! Some people seem to be unable to taste something that is obviously very bitter."

Hearing what she said, Shen Chuqing felt a bit of bitterness in her heart. She worked with her for more than a month, but she still didn't satisfy her.

"Everyone's sense of taste is different, some people may be more sensitive, some people may be more sensitive.

I belong to the more sensitive category, as long as there is a little bitter feeling, I can feel it instantly.

Although Kudingcha is also a good tea, I personally recommend that my husband drink less, after all, the taste is really not good at all. "As soon as Feng Li opened the chatterbox, he would speak out all his thoughts in one go.

"Oh, then can you tell me what kind of tea is better?" Mr. Qunfang asked happily after meeting a baby who couldn't chat for an unknown amount of time.

"There are many delicious teas! For example, Pu'er tea from Yunnan, Tieguanyin from Fujian, Dahongpao from Wuyi Mountain, and Zhuyeqing from Sichuan. But in comparison, I still prefer Baihaoyinzhen.

The taste is fresh and elegant, and the tea leaves are soaked in water, and they are slender as needles, which is pleasing to the eye.

It's just that the quantity is relatively small, and it is rare to buy old ones in the market, but I have some at home. If you like it, sir, I will bring it to you in a while. "

Feng Li always felt that the taste of this Kuding tea was really uncomfortable, so she couldn't help recommending other teas to Mr. Qunfang.

"I have been drinking this tea for many years, and it has become a habit.

However, I have heard of the white silver needle you mentioned, but I have never tried it. If you really have it at home, you can taste it. "

I don't really want to drink that tea, I just want to communicate more with the girl in front of me. I haven't felt this kind of lively atmosphere for a long time.

"Okay! Sir, wait for me for 10 minutes, and I'll come back as soon as I go." After Feng Li finished speaking, she stood up and ran out the door.

"You little girl, you have a hot temper, you don't know how to carry tea with you?" Mr. Qunfang said with a smile looking at her back.

"I'll go home and pick it up, it's not far away, it's in the [-]th Building in front." Before Feng Li's voice fell, the person had disappeared.

Shen Chuqing wanted to follow, but felt a little bad, so she stayed in the hall, picked up the teapot next to her, and refilled another cup for Mr. Qunfang.

"You are a good classmate, with a wanton temperament, much more lively than you, you have to learn from others, don't put on a lifeless look all day long at a young age.

To put it nicely, it is cautious, but to put it badly, it is dull. "

Mr. Qunfang looked at his only student with a bit of resentment. He was obviously young, but his body lacked vitality and added a little dullness.

"I see……"

"I know, I know, besides knowing, what else can you say, forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."

Mr. Qunfang angrily picked up the magazine next to him, and was about to continue flipping through it when Feng Li's voice came over again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming! It hasn't been 10 minutes, but I'm sweating."

Feng Li had already rushed in front of Mr. Qunfang, holding a delicate wooden box inside. He opened the box directly, and there were six small white porcelain jars neatly lined up inside.

Feng Li took out a porcelain jar from it, and handed it to Mr. Qunfang like a treasure offering: "Sir, do you want to try it now?"