Notes on building a city in the immortal world

The result really seems to be cooking hot pot!

Zhenyan sat at the desk, looking at the stove in the center of the room.

The charcoal exuding the fragrance of fruit trees is quietly burning in the maroon stove, and the milky white tea soup in the kettle is slightly boiling, and the delicate foam floats on the upper layer of the tea soup, like hoarfrost in the morning in winter.

It seems that this tea party is not Zhenyan's familiar brewing method, but making tea.

This drinking method was popular in the Tang and Song Dynasties in the world of Zhenyan.

At that time, people picked new tea and did not fry it, but steamed it to make tea cakes, and then crushed them before making tea, boiled them in a kettle, and drank them together with the leaves.

Matcha is one of its variants.

Zhenyan doesn't dislike this way of drinking, but he thinks that brewed tea is too strong in taste compared to brewing, and the overly strong taste feels like "eating" rather than "drinking", and sometimes it will really add tea. Something strange goes in.

For example, right now, a pair of twin girls are adding various materials to the cauldron.

It's a pity that the ingredients they added were not the mutton that Zhenyan suddenly wanted to eat, but various elixir and spiritual fruits that had been processed.

And salt.

For some reason, Zhenyan didn't really want to know the taste of this tea soup.

It's a pity that it's not very polite to leave the table at this time, and they were originally added as extras.

What's more, Mrs. Wenxian is still explaining the efficacy of this tea.

"...I believe that all the guests here have drunk this Yunshuang Immortal Tea. It has the effect of nourishing the true energy and assisting the operation of the exercises. However, compared with previous years, we have added a new spiritual material and made some changes. This The next time I come here is to ask everyone to comment and have a look.”

After hearing this, Zhenyan regretted it even more.

He's here for tea!Not for bubble shooters!

The other guests were clearly looking forward to it.

"I don't know what kind of spiritual material is added?"

"As long as it is prepared by Mrs. Wenxian herself, no matter what kind of spiritual material is good."

"Could it be the flame grass that Mrs. Wenxian picked in the crack of the demon world not long ago?"

"No! Lieyang grass is hot in nature and has a fire aspect, which is exactly the opposite of the properties of Yunshuang Xiancha."

"What spiritual material is that?"

The guests chattered in unison.

Mrs. Wenxian obviously liked the guests' guesses. She waited for the discussion to come to an end before she covered her mouth with a palace fan and smiled lightly: "Purely drinking tea is also boring. What kind of spiritual material is it? How about allowing concubine to be a secret? First Ask the guests to comment on it, and then give an explanation."

When she said that, the tea soup was already boiling.

One of the twin girls picked up the wooden spoon, scooped up the tea soup, and poured it high into the guest's bowl.

The green tea soup gathered into the white porcelain bowl like a stream, without any splash, as if it had been measured by a ruler. Not only was the tea in everyone's bowl the same, even the amount of foam on the tea was exactly the same.

Zhenyan felt that the method of pouring tea was an art in itself.

It's a pity that art doesn't taste good.

Zhenyan took a sip of tea and frowned slightly.

Sure enough, as imagined, the taste is very subtle.

And it turned out to be cold!

It was boiled until it was boiling, and even steaming, but it tasted ice-cold, with some ice in it.

Zhenyan can only lament the good taste of this group of people, drinking ice water on the top of the snow mountain.

The ice water interfered with Zhenyan's sense of taste to a certain extent. He worked hard to get rid of the interference of other miscellaneous smells in his mind. He felt that the tea was similar to Yunwu tea, but it seemed different.

And there are raw materials in it that make Zhenyan feel unbelievable!

Zhenyan wondered if his sense of taste was confused, so he had to pull out the system for identification.

It's a pity that the waste material system can't help anything:

【Yunshuang Immortal Tea】

【Deliciousness: 37】

【Remarks: In fact, what kind of tea you use to brew it in this way will taste similar. 】

What do you need to say? !

Zhenyan twitched the corners of his mouth, put down the tea bowl, and looked at Nangongqin habitually.

He whispered: "Ancestor, what do you think?"

However, Zhenyan felt that Nangongqin's sense of taste probably responded with a smile and said "delicious".

Nangong Qin looked at the sky outside the window expressionlessly, as if wandering in the sky, and the tea in the bowl in front of him didn't move.

"Ancestor?" Zhenyan couldn't help but shouted again worriedly.

Only then did Nangong Qin come to his senses. He glanced at Zhenyan, then at the tea bowl in front of him, but he still didn't intend to touch it.

"I hate bitter taste," Nangong Qin said, "If Yan'er likes it, drink this together!"

no, I do not like it--

"Ancestor, you..."

Zhenyan wanted to ask Nangong Qin something, but heard someone say: "We are all old people! There is no point in guessing, how about letting the new guests come first?"

Nangong Zhenyan raised his head, and saw that other people's eyes were focused on him at some point.

Strange to say, they only looked at Zhenyan.

I don't know if Nangongqin used some kind of eye-obscuring method. Obviously everyone will recognize "there are two people here" when they see Zhenyan and Nangongqin, but in fact they will ignore Nangongqin when talking, as if only Zhenyan seemed to be alone.

Zhenyan thought it would be easy to do so.

But at this moment, I have a headache, especially when I saw the "Prince Prince" looking at me triumphantly, I knew that the other party had bad intentions.

If the other party could sense the existence of Nangong Qin, they would definitely not dare to make trouble again and again.

Seeing this scene, Nangong Qin frowned slightly.

But before he could do anything this time, Zhenyan gently took his hand and shook his head.

Nangong Qin looked at the hands they were holding, but they didn't move.

And Mrs. Wenxian was also a little sullen.

She just likes to look at her face, what's wrong? !

Since it's her tea party, she doesn't like others to dictate to the guests she allows.

Mrs. Wenxian said: "The new guest has never drank Yunshuang fairy tea before, so how can he know what kind of spiritual material my concubine has added?"

"Then ask the new guest to tell me what kind of spiritual materials they can taste!" Wang Gongzi glanced at Zhenyan provocatively.

Prince Wang also felt very upset.

Meishe's invitation card is not so easy to get. Even he, the former Southern Chu royal family, got it through the relationship with Zhanyuemen's aunt. I didn't expect this little boy to walk in the door and brush his face!

And what's so good about this little boy? !

At most, the skin is fairer, the eyes are bigger, the appearance is better, and the smile is sweeter, that is, old women like it.

——The prince who thought this way seemed to be telling the truth.

Zhenyan was very popular with women before time travel... Middle-aged and elderly women are very popular with women, and people give him the title "Friends of Women", which is very useful for him to open a restaurant, so don't even think about having a girlfriend.

However, after traveling through time, you can try your best.

Because the female cultivators in the foundation building period all started in their twenties, and the age of 70 or [-] in the Jindan period is a normal age, just like Mrs. Wenxian, which happens to be Zhenyan's strategy range, and she looks very young on the outside.

The premise is that the ancestors of the Nangong family agree.

But this is foreign language.

Just now, Mr. Wang had a bad time at the entrance of the teahouse.

When he was staring at Zhenyan, he felt palpitations for some reason, and instinctively felt terrified and ran away.

Wang Gongzi calmed down afterwards and felt that Zhenyan was playing tricks, so he wanted to get back the scene.

But he said a high-sounding reason.

"Since you are a tea lover, you can always name three or four spirit materials, right?!"

At this point, Mrs. Wenxian couldn't continue to refuse, so she could only look at Zhenyan apologetically.

Zhenyan smiled and said: "I don't care, as a newcomer, it is inevitable that I will suffer a bit. But if there is a recipe for tea soup, how about asking seniors to give me a lot of money?"

"The boy is interesting!" An old man laughed.

Mrs. Wenxian also asked interestingly: "What kind of prize do you want?"

"Since meeting friends with tea, of course I want to ask for some tea!" Zhenyan said.

Then go home and drink it yourself.

"Okay! If you can explain it, I will give you the two silver needle tea trees in my house!" Wang Gongzi said loudly, and then he added in a stingy manner: "However, there are some spiritual materials that anyone can use. To be fair, you must name more than five flavors of spiritual materials to be considered qualified!"

He secretly added more spiritual materials than the initial request.

However, Zhenyan seemed to have not noticed it, and his eyes lit up: "Okay, then I will accept your tea tree unceremoniously!"

This is better than just giving tea!

"That's up to you to tell!" Prince Wang said angrily.

"I'll try my best. I know a thing or two about the tea ceremony." Zhenyan held up the tea bowl and said with a smile, "First of all, the ice crystal grass is the first, the red deer flower is the second, and the nine rainbow fruit is the third." .”

Prince Wang was a little weak: "This is Sanwei!"

"...The Ice Soul Grass is the fourth."

Hearing Zhenyan paused, Prince Wang immediately trembled: "Siwei!"

"Well, clear water?"

"Five Flavors... But as I said just now, you have to surpass the Five Flavors to win the prize!" Wang Gongzi said.

Zhenyan looked at each other and smiled.

Prince Wang had a very bad premonition.

Then I saw Zhenyan saying uninterruptedly, as if reporting the name of the dish: "Half-lived lotus shade mushroom, golden dragon branch, three-leaf red rosy grass, six-color bitter green fruit, dreamy flower, durian, plum, black essence ice condensate..."

It's strange that the tea soup with so many ghost things can still be drunk.

Zhenyan complained in his heart.

It was also during this period of time that his cultivation base improved, and he avoided the embarrassment of playing Bubble Bobble in public.

However, Zhenyan's tongue could even dissect elixir, so naturally he couldn't fail to find out what was in the tea soup.

What's more, he is very familiar with these spiritual materials——

They are all the raw materials of the elixirs he has eaten.

But when you think about it carefully, this is also a matter of course.

The world of comprehension is dominated by pill culture. Although tea culture is not cut off as a partial sect, it is also moving towards the direction of practicing alchemy. Naturally, the spiritual materials added to tea soup are mainly medicinal materials.

Most of the guests here are at the foundation building stage, a few golden pills, and some are at the Qi refining stage like Zhenyan. Naturally, the effect of this Yunshuang Xiancha will not be exaggerated. The main effect range is from the late stage of Qi training to Jin Dan is early.

It happened to be the pills that Zhenyan usually took.

But Zhenyan's ability is amazing in the eyes of other uninformed people!

"You, did you get the ingredients list for the tea soup?!" Wang Gongzi asked.

He has participated in several tea parties, and he thinks he is familiar with the recipe of Meishe's tea soup, but he doesn't know everything about it.

Mrs. Wenxian looked at Zhenyan with suspicion.

"There are thirteen spiritual herbs in total." Zhenyan finally said.

He didn't answer Prince Wang's question right away, because the last ingredient made him hesitate: "The last piece of spiritual grass (?) is... potatoes?!"

That's right.

This is where Zhenyan finds it strange and uncertain.

He drank the potato flavor from the tea soup!

What the hell kind of dark cooking is this? !