The dishes I cook are invincible and delicious [System]

The tea vendors in the entire capital know that there is a big joke in the Song Mansion recently. Not only is Father Song confused, he spent more than 1000 taels to buy a hundred catties of fake tea, not to mention the fake tea as real tea, and he even entertained you all. Friends are going to have a tea fight.

The tea merchants were also fond of talking about how Papa Song lost so badly this time, and the whole capital knew that he was blind and couldn't pick out good tea. Who would dare to buy from them in the future?

"Young master, do you think you can be angry or not?"

After the servant girl Luluo recounted the rumors outside, her face was wrinkled. While brushing Song Ruan's hair, she said with righteous indignation, "How can these people have such bad mouths? They dare to spread such nonsense outside before the Song family collapses." !"

Song Ruan was more calm, "Don't be angry, don't stop me, let them pass it on."

"Yeah, no need—huh?"

Luluo froze for a moment, with a blank expression on her face, "Let them pass it on?"

"Correct."

Song Ruan looked at the bronze mirror in front of him, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly, "It's best if more and more people know about it."

Five days later.

Father Song held a banquet in his own tea shop, and invited 11 well-known and promising tea merchants in the capital. Among them, there were five tea merchants who partnered to drive up the price of tea to cheat and sell Laodie Song's tea.

There were also many passers-by who heard that there was a tea fight here, and came in with great interest.

Many of them wanted to watch the excitement.

After all, buying fake tea leaves is due to my poor eyesight. It stands to reason that everyone should hide this matter and suffer from this boring loss.But Father Song is not only blind, but also insists on making it known to everyone. Who wouldn't want to join in such excitement?

"Ruan'er,"

Seeing that the guests were already seated and chatting, Mother Song became more and more anxious when she thought that they might use this incident as a joke, "Although 1000 taels is a lot, parents are not too big to lose." Man, why do you..."

Song Ruan was cleaning his tea set unhurriedly. Hearing this, he raised his head and showed a shallow smile as a comfort, "Mother, don't worry. You just go to greet the guests."

Tea fighting is an elegant game played by rich and powerful people in ancient times. The tea fighters can fight together or fight against each other. They each take out the good tea they have privately stored, cook it in turn, and judge each other. Fight two wins.

I don't know what the reason is, these guests really brought good tea. At this time, several people are huddling together to appreciate each other's tea.

One of them was chatting and laughing with his companion, and when he mentioned something interesting, he suddenly turned his head towards Papa Song, and laughed loudly, "Papa Song, are you here to fight tea with us today?"

Father Song smiled mischievously, and was about to answer when he suddenly heard the youngest son sitting beside him say, "My father injured his hand recently, so he couldn't fight tea with everyone, so the younger generation came to replace him."

The guests were startled.

Song Ruan is well-known in the capital for being idle and domineering. A while ago, I heard that this kid went to a gambling house, lost hundreds of taels of silver, and even became a high-quality jade pendant. The family knows.The complexion of Song's eldest son when he came to redeem the jade pendant was so dark that they all saw it.

Would this little overlord still order tea?Don't waste the tea!

"Good boy, hurry up and draw lots. Whoever draws the longest and shortest lots will fight first."

The guest who spoke didn't feel sorry for the good tea he brought, so he only asked him to pick an order.

Unexpectedly, Song Ruan shook his head and said very politely, "Please, everyone, I have never fought tea with others before, and I think it's very interesting, so I want to be a leader, so let's try it first."

"Sure enough, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers."

Someone sighed, and the other guests also laughed.

Song Ruan's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he had never heard the sarcasm in their laughter.

The opponent was quickly picked out, and he was recognized as a tea fighting expert in the capital.

The passers-by booed for a while, and Song Ruan heard a voice with a bit of regret, "Old Zhao is extraordinary in craftsmanship. I heard that he studied under Master Zhaokong of Nanchun Temple. I have seen him fight so many times. I am ashamed when he loses. I can count on one hand."

Old Zhao was also a little helpless, he thought it was a tea fight between masters, but he never expected that this time Song Lao hurt his hand, but his son played, "I am more than thirty years older than you, and you I'm a novice, I should let you play a round, please go ahead."

This means that he did not order tea in the first game.

Although Song Ruan was at a disadvantage, there was no emotion on his face. He stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"..."

Old Zhao's eagle-like eyes stared at Song Ruan for a while, seeing that he was still maintaining that posture, he couldn't help but snorted coldly, and rolled up his sleeves.

The tea fight begins.

The boiling water had been prepared by the side, Song Ruan practiced hard for so many days, and she still looks good when she sits up.

To order tea, you need to heat a teacup with a soup bottle filled with boiling water first, then take two spoonfuls of tea powder, put it inside, pour a small amount of boiling water into it, keep boiling with a tea whisk, and finally make a paste.

After the tea paste is prepared, the key to ordering tea is next.

Strictly speaking, to order tea, you need to pour a circle of water into the tea cup with a soup bottle in one hand, and use the tea whisk in the other hand to spin and hit the tea soup in the bowl. This is called boiling.

But Song Ruan had just recovered from a serious illness, and he didn't have much strength in his hands, so he changed the steps, first poured the water, and then boiled it. Although the steps were not correct, it was easier for him.

When he made a change, there were boos around him again.

There was even a guest who smiled slightly, shook his head and sighed, "Sure enough, he is a novice."

Song Ruan turned a deaf ear to it, ordering tea is a very energy-intensive and attention-consuming thing, and the tea fighters must concentrate on ordering a cup of tea.

According to his own method, he poured water into the teacup three times, and continued to boil it. A layer of even and delicate soup flowers slowly formed on the surface of the tea soup—this tea is considered ready.

Song Ruan put down the tea whisk and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"The color of the tea soup is good, and the soup flowers are delicate."

The guests saw that he had finished ordering tea, so they all came over, and one of the older masters took a closer look, "There is no water mark on the wall of the cup, and the soup flower bites the cup...it is a good tea."

After finishing speaking, Lao Zhao had finished ordering tea.

Lao Zhao is a veteran, so the soup flower he ordered naturally did not disperse. Judging from the appearance, the two teas are evenly divided.

"In this case, please exchange and appreciate."

Before the referee finished speaking, Old Zhao had already walked over. Ever since Song Ruan finished ordering tea, his expression had been a little unsightly.

He sat down, sniffed lightly at the side of the teacup, his frowning brows loosened, and he murmured, "Such fragrant tea..."

fragrant?

Everyone was slightly taken aback. They were all absorbed in looking at the soup flower just now, and they hadn't noticed the tea fragrance. Now that they realized it, they suddenly realized that there was indeed a trace of fresh and sweet tea fragrance rippling in the air.

Without saying a word, Lao Zhao took Song Ruan's cup of tea and took a sip without blowing off the foam.

The first taste of the tea is mellow, and the first impression on the tongue is sweetness, but if you taste it carefully, you can taste a trace of bitterness in it.

Bitter but not astringent, just like a girl's melancholy, just because she lost a favorite handkerchief, she was so anxious that she dropped two drops of pearls.This sorrowful bitterness is like clouds, mist, and rain, and it is blown away by the wind.In the end, only a sweetness remained in the mouth.

"..."

Old Zhao came back to his senses, put down the teacup slowly, glanced at Song Ruan meaningfully, and sighed slightly, "I lost."

After saying this, he stood up and walked leisurely with his hands behind his back, leaving only the stunned crowd behind.

wait... what happened?

Lao Zhao took the initiative to admit defeat?How can this be? !This boy from the Song family is just a novice who is not good at ordering tea!

The guests reacted with shock on their faces.

Song Ruan was not surprised at all. He said apologetically, "Everyone, I fell seriously ill a few days ago, and my physical strength is a little weak. Today... I can only order this cup of tea."

He stood up, shook his snow-white robe, then nodded to the guests, "Farewell."

He didn't care about the mess on the table, he found an excuse for having a headache, and dragged his father and mother back to a room at the back of the teahouse.

"Ruan'er, does your head still hurt?"

Song's mother didn't care about the guests in front of the hall at all, but touched Song Ruan's forehead worriedly, "I don't think you look well."

Song Ruan poured a cup of warm tea and drank it all with his neck up, only then did he feel that his body regained some strength. He shook his head, his face was a little tired, "The head doesn't hurt, it's just that I'm really tired."

"Look at you, if you don't go out to fight tea by yourself, you still ask Ruan Er to go."

Song's mother didn't want to get angry with her son, so she turned her head, her phoenix eyes seemed to be on fire, and vented her anger at Song's father, "Ruan'er just happened to be ill, so she's tired like this!"

Father Song lowered his head and folded his fingers in front of him, like a student scolded by his master, or like a wilted leaf, "It's my fault, I tried my best to relieve my anger, but I didn't think that my son's illness just happened...it's all my fault ..."

"Mom, don't blame dad."

Song Ruan couldn't laugh or cry, so she had to explain, "This is my idea."

"If you want me to say, if you lose, you will lose."

Song's mother was still angry, "What's the matter? Our family has a big business, so we can't do it without making tea? Besides, this business has become more and more difficult in recent years. I think we should You can change careers as soon as possible-"

As soon as she finished speaking, a panting little handyman suddenly broke in, "Master! Master!"

Mother Song stared, and said displeasedly, "Why are you shouting, what are you shouting about!"

"..."

The handyman opened his round eyes, he wanted to come in but he didn't dare to, he was very embarrassed.

It was Song's father who was relieved. He coughed and stroked his short beard, "What's the matter?"

"Master," the handyman breathed a sigh of relief, and began to talk happily, "The bowl of tea that the young master ordered in front of the hall was shared by those tea merchants!"

"..."

Father Song thought there was something important, but he didn't expect it to be this. He waved his hand, "Is there anything else? Go down if you have nothing to do."

"Yes, yes! Master, the tea vendor who sold your fake tea leaves wants to see you!"

The handyman was working in the tea shop of the Song family. He knew that his master had accidentally bought fake tea leaves, which caused ridicule from outsiders. He was depressed for many days. Now that his revenge had been avenged, he felt relieved. Even the voice was much higher, "He said that he would buy all the tea leaves that the young master ordered!"