Level One Boss: Robbing A Marriage

But no matter how good her tea is, Grandpa Shen still doesn't like her, so she never made tea again.

It's been three years, I don't know if the craft has regressed, I hope I won't lose talent today.

Old Huo heard that she would clean her hands and burn incense, but she couldn't help but look at her a few more times. Although she was very young, she knew how to make tea.

He looked at the cheongsam woman standing next to him, and the cheongsam woman exited the room intentionally. After a few minutes, two women wearing cheongsam came in, holding incense in their hands and carrying clear water.

After Shen Youran cleaned her hands and burned incense, she raised the boiling water next to it and scalded the teapot. She took a proper amount of tea from the teapot next to it and put it in the teapot. The tea leaves were the best Tieguanyin.

She poured a small amount of boiling water into the teapot and then covered it. The teapot is transparent, so you can see the tea leaves sinking slowly, the dry tea absorbs water, and the leaves spread out, showing the true nature of the buds.

The first time was to wash the tea. She poured out the slightly turbid water and poured the water again for the second brew.

Waiting for soup, making tea, rinsing and irrigation, the various processes are carried out in an orderly manner.

Lao Huo watched her skillful movements and the seriousness of making tea, eyes admired.

This was also the first time Ji Jinchuan watched her making tea. Her head was drooping and her white neck was exposed. The porcelain was as white as jade, as delicate as fat, and her concentrated expression seemed to be treating a sacred thing.

Her cheeks are very small, almost not as big as his slap, the lines on the side are soft and delicate, and a wisp of hair is attached to the cheek gang, giving her a little aura.

Five minutes later, the water vapor rose up with the scent of tea, like cloud steaming, the elegant room air flow, filled with a touch of tea fragrance.

It’s been a long time since I’ve done it, and I don’t know how it tastes.

She turned over two small red clay teacups and poured two cups to push them: "The tea temperature is higher than 60 degrees, and the mouth is lower than 40 degrees. The aroma is lower and the taste is more astringent. How do you taste it?"

Huo Lao started to sniff at the end of his nose, the mellow tea smells refreshing, and he hasn't tasted it yet. He only knows that this girl's tea is good.

Shen Youran looked nervously at the tasting. They were more nervous than before when they participated in the tea competition, waiting for the judges to judge.

Huo Lao slowly tasted the tea. After the entrance, the tea fragrance lingered between his teeth, which was much better than the teahouse waiter just made.

Ji Jinchuan took a sip, Yu Guang caught a glance at her, and looked at himself. He looked at Huo Lao: "How does Huo Lao feel?"

"This girl has good tea making skills." Lao Huo put down the cup and looked at Shen Youran. "Is this tea making skill learned from your grandfather?"

Father Shen is only bored with her. How could she teach her this? She shook her head and said, "I learned from my mother."

Although Tang Huiru is not a celebrity, she still has some impressions on her, and she knows how to be reasonable. His tone is more gentle: "Have your grandpa been in good health in recent years?"

Listening to this tone, the two seemed to know each other, and she replied: "Not bad, others are in Oakland."

Old Huo mentioned the teapot and poured another cup of himself: "Say hello to me for me."

Although this old Huo is as old-fashioned as Mr. Shen, he is somewhat kind and approachable: "Okay."

Ji Jinchuan looked at her and slightly lipmed: "There is a flower garden in the back yard of the teahouse, so if you feel bored, you can go and sit there."

Of course, Shen Youran could tell that he broke her off. The two of them were about to discuss the business. She got out of the room and walked through the corridor to the back garden.