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After a while, Xiao Er took out a censer, a stick of incense, lit it, and Fu Kangan smiled: "You still know these things?"

"This is called burning incense. Our shopkeeper said that burning incense can calm the spirit, and drinking tea must be quiet." Hearing this, the smile on Fukang'an's face disappeared.

Half an hour later, Xiaoer came out with a blue and white tea lotus in his hand, set the tea set, poured the tea and said, "Guest officer, this is the second time to flush the water, can you flush it to a seven-cent cup?"

Seeing the guest officer Nana nodded, the waiter fell seven points, and the tea fragrance of Junshan Yinzhen spread to the whole inn with the heat, and the fragrance was lingering and intoxicating.

"Tea, please."

Fukang'an lowered his head and saw that the tea buds were slowly unfolding under the soaking in hot water. After three ups and downs, the tips of the buds finally turned upwards, and the pedicles stood upright at the bottom of the cup.Pick up the tea cup and take a sip, the fragrance is pure and beautiful, the tea is warm and refreshing.It is not difficult to make Junshan silver, but the water temperature is extremely difficult to control.And I am extremely strict with this, in this life, only that person can make tea that completely suits his wishes, just like the cup in my hand now.

Closing his eyes, trying to restrain the emotions that were about to burst out, Fukang'an asked softly, "Is this the tea your shopkeeper just brewed?"

"Of course. Whenever anyone wants to drink this tea, our shopkeeper brews it himself. I'm ashamed to say that I have followed for more than a year and haven't learned it yet."

"He also likes to drink this tea?"

"It's strange to say that I've only seen him make tea, but not drink it. Once I asked out of curiosity, and he said that he had been ill since he was a child and couldn't drink tea."

Fukang'an shook his hand: "Is he a local?"

"No, he only came to us five years ago. He is a good man and knowledgeable. Apart from being in the store, he also teaches our children in Hong Kong to read. Everyone likes him very much."

As soon as the teacup in his hand fell, it fell straight to the ground and shattered into pieces. Xiaoer was startled, and was about to bend down to clean it up, when Fukang'an grabbed his hand tightly: "He... Where is he? "

"In the back hall."