The Beijing-flavored tea master and the rich and powerful boss are HE

Tian Jiamu didn't notice the situation here.

He looked around the field for the next week and saw that the performances of several players were coming to an end, so he got up and walked around the center of the field.

Tian Jiamu took a lot of effort to find these people in the town, and each of them came here based on what he said.With the current funds and standards of the town government, it is really impossible to hold high-level competitions, but the young college student village official is still determined to hold more games. He has to let the villagers watch more fun, get used to it, and have this kind of culture Activities, so that the people of Qingyuan will participate more in the future, so that the urban and rural areas can be built and developed forward.

Everything will get better and better, he has this confidence.

Tian Jiamu walked to Song Zhi's table first, and stayed for a while.Seeing that Xiao Song was wearing white clothes today, sitting there, looking elegant and elegant, it was really good-looking.

He couldn't help but look at Song Zhi twice more, no matter how shabby the table was and how simple the environment was, as long as the other person was sitting there, it was already pleasing to the eye.

But in the next second, Tian Jiamu looked at Cheng Yan above.

The village official looked away unnaturally.

He feigned a cough, turned around and came to the table of the twin sisters.

These two girls can be regarded as a group. They have two people and four hands. They draw water and cook tea in an orderly manner. There is never any embarrassing situation where hands touch each other and who is in the way.

The older sister poured the water back into the teapot, covered the lid, and while she waited quietly, the younger sister used tea tweezers to turn the four teacups over from the clean water.

Then, my sister held the handle of the pot, pressed the top of the pot with one hand, lifted the pot to a certain height, and started lighting.

The brown tea water column poured into the teacup like a beautiful arc.

The cooperation between the two was very efficient, and soon the tea was poured into four cups.

Finished!

After the end, the younger sister slowly put the pot aside, and the two sat upright on their seats.

The whole process is smooth and flowing, which is pleasing to the eye.

"Brother Jiamu, please try our spring tea." Liu Tutu said.

As soon as she finished speaking, her younger sister Liu Mingming immediately offered the teacup with both hands.

"Okay." Tian Jiamu walked over, took a sip from the porcelain cup, and did not forget to take another porcelain cup to pass to the old party secretary.

All the old folks are boasting: "Look at the two daughters of the old Liu's family."

"The bubble is really good."

"Yes."

Looking back at Song Zhi, the progress has already lagged behind others.

With his slender hand, he held the handle of the teapot that Fang Chengyan sent, and poured boiling water into the glass like yesterday, and the hot air immediately condensed on the wall of the glass.

Turn the top force for three weeks and pour off the boiling water.

The tea variety Song Zhi selected is called Taiping Houkui. It is not the kind of thin and small leaves that you see in ordinary stores. Instead, the leaves are unusually long and straight, and the color is rich in changes. The overall green color.

Use tea tweezers to arrange the five leaves. The moment the hot water is poured in, the tender green tea leaves stretch their limbs, and the straight leaves stand up from the glass cup. One end of the leaf touches the bottom, and the other end stands vertically. The height is only slightly lower than the water surface.

Tilt less, the steam rises and sinks into the air, and the fragrance is overflowing.

Fang Chengyan watched Song Zhi's series of actions from behind, and only when he saw the finished product did he understand why Song Zhi would be content to spend 35 yuan in the store to buy such a transparent glass.

This cup is a small model. The transparent glass completely shows the upright appearance of Taiping Monkey Kings. When immersed in water, it makes people feel like seeing the "water overflows the golden mountain" in the mythological plot.

When these leaves encounter hot water, they will not scatter, curl, or warp. Both ends are pointed, just like layers of green mountains, overlapping each other, with thousands of peaks and mountains, and layered colors. It looks like a landscape painting.

Fragrance bursts out at the touch of a button, elegant and introverted, open-minded and far-reaching.

Sure enough, the atmosphere.

Tian Jiamu was standing opposite him drinking the tea made by his sisters, but he couldn't stop looking here.

It was because he heard the proprietress of the tea stand praised: "Little tea master, your tea is so delicious."

"Why is this tea so beautiful?"

Some people were aroused to buy new tea, and asked others: "Is the monkey king expensive this year?"

Tian Jiamu put the teacup back on the Liu sisters' table, and walked towards Song Zhi again.

He only glanced at it, and couldn't help but praise: "It's really beautiful."

"What's the name of this tea?"

"Taiping Houkui."

Tian Jiamu nodded thoughtfully, with a shy smile on his face: "I'm still a layman."

He scratched his head: "Brother Song, how did you come up with this idea?"

"Because of you."

"Me?" Tian Jiamu pointed at himself, unable to believe it.

Song Zhi pointed to the sharp corners of the five blades in the cup, and introduced them respectively: "These are called Tianjian, Dijian, Hejian, Yuanjian and Wanjian."

He smiled slightly, and a bright look suddenly appeared in his beautiful eyes:

"It's just right for you, a top-notch person."

When the sister-in-law heard it from behind, she was happy on the spot.

She only expected that her little uncle would always look calm no matter what time of day it was.Until this morning, she was still muttering in her heart.

Who would have thought that Song Zhi not only did things beautifully, but also said such nonsense?

Chen Zhengrong couldn't help pursing her lips and laughing in the crowd.

Xiaozhi's sweet mouth is really not covered!

Tian Jiamu was even more embarrassed. He took it with both hands, blew on it, and took a sip. He suddenly felt that the fragrance of the flowers was refreshing, which was different from the tea he usually drank.

I don't know if he was surprised by the taste, or because he was praised by Song Zhi's words just now. After the village official finished drinking, he couldn't help smiling on his young face.

"Thank you, Brother Song." When he talked to Song Zhi, his tone was always a little embarrassed, and he returned the glass to Song Zhi after speaking.

Liu Chacha has been paying attention to the movement here at Rijian Tea House. He listened to the whole process from the sidelines, even more dismissive of Song Zhi in his heart.

How the hell can flatter you!

The proprietress of another tea house makes jasmine tea. When she is old, she likes to do something for beauty.

Fortunately, the color and shape are also very good.

She raised her hand and poured the boiled water into the Xi Shi pot. After shaking it for two times, she poured the tea into four blue and white porcelain tureen bowls.

The proprietress is middle-aged, with a plump figure and slightly sensual fingers.The ten fingers are pointed, but they are also beautiful.

And the posture is so beautiful that people want to say hello when they see it.

The smell of jasmine is even more refreshing and pleasant, warm and fragrant, and the fragrance is so exciting...

Tian Jiamu tasted it separately, and after a few sips of tea, he felt that his heart was calm now.

He is a native of Qingyuan, and he knows that the locals love tea so much that he even names his children after the name of the tea.Tian Jiamu usually drinks with the leader occasionally, but he doesn't like it very much.

But now, he understands.

The young people's determination to promote Qingyuan's tea industry suddenly became stronger at this moment.

He could hardly restrain the surging passion in his heart. When he returned to the judges' seat, Tian Jiamu enthusiastically commented on each category of tea and everyone's performance. He was the only kid in the town who had studied at a prestigious university. Into a chapter.

Speaking of high points, he even stood up and praised this activity is really a good thing!Also take this event to appeal to the fathers and villagers to cooperate with the government's policies in the future.

After he finished his comments, there was also a voting session for representatives of the masses.

But this competition system is really not perfect——

Tian Jiamu only called a few old acquaintances in the tea market to come and comment.

Many of them are related to the contestants, and they only want to say a few words for their relatives.So everyone is well aware of how the mass representative evaluation is, but we still have to join in the fun.

At the old Liu's house, several old men surrounded the two girls and praised the two girls like flowers.

There are also people who say good things in front of other people's positions.

But no one can compare to Uncle Zheng——

As soon as Tian Jiamu announced the start of the session, Zheng Haizhong swaggered out with his hands behind his back.

He walked to the table of the proprietress of the tea house, picked up the cup, and licked his mouth, as if the jasmine tea was salty.

I went to Dahan's to taste Biluochun again, and my facial features immediately wrinkled together, as if what I drank was not tea, but Erguotou with a temperature of 72 degrees.

Finally, when he walked up to Song Zhi, his appearance changed instantly.

He picked up the glass, held it up to the sun, lifted it up, looked at it, took two steps, and uttered a poem:

"The long peak is high and flat, I call it the Chinese and English in grass!"

"Okay!" A middle-aged man amused himself and clapped along with Uncle Zheng.

"Old Zheng, you are too biased." The tea stall proprietress said.

"You can't just say nice things just because the little tea master always plays chess with you."

Everyone laughed one after another: "That's right, I still write poems for people!"

Tian Jiamu couldn't help being happy when he saw everyone gathered together laughing and making noise.

"What?" Zheng Haizhong blew his beard and stared at them.

"I said this brat can do it, and he can do it!"

With a big wave of his hand, he threw three votes on Song Zhi's table: "I vote for all, just vote!"

No one cares about an old man who has had his frontal lobe removed. After voting, everyone left happily.

Seeing that the people had almost left, the old branch secretary stood up and tapped on the microphone for a while, and finally spoke: "Thank you for coming today."

"Let's go back, sort out the voting results, and tell everyone the results after one working day."

At this point, the first round of the tea art competition in Qingyuan Town is over.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Song Zhi quickly cleaned up the tea set, then turned to tell his sister-in-law: "Please take it back for me, sister-in-law."

He was in a hurry to leave as if there was something urgent, when suddenly Liu Chacha stopped him.

This little bastard grew up late, and his height followed his father's. He was a head shorter than Song Zhi, but he was good at finding faults and troubles.

He picked up Song Zhi's glass and squeezed out a piece of tea leaves inside with a disgusted expression: "A little water, put so many tea leaves."

"It's so thick, aren't you afraid of drinking too much phlegm?"

He threw Houkui on the concrete floor, and spit on it again: "Bah!"

Song Zhi was in a hurry to leave and had no time to talk to him.He slammed the blocking dog away with his shoulder, and said fiercely: "Next time, Dad will settle accounts with you!"

Oh shit.

Sooner or later, this bastard will be killed!

Song Zhi walked fast all the way, Fang Chengyan also followed: "What's wrong?"

"hot!"

He yelled a word and trot home.

Can't wait to walk into his house, Song Zhi strode directly into Uncle Zheng's house to find the faucet.

He put his hand under the water, and he let out a howl.

"Ah! The young master is scalded to death!"

After rushing for a long time, he felt that the situation had improved, and then he went back to his home.

The sister-in-law has already returned with the tray, she rubbed Song Zhi's shoulders twice, and praised him: "You performed well today."

"You really deserve to be your Song family."

"That must be."

Song Zhi put on a smug look, and asked instead, "Sister-in-law, what time are you leaving tomorrow?"

"I haven't bought a bus ticket yet," the sister-in-law stepped on the stairs with half her foot, "I'll go upstairs first, and I'll go to the passenger station later to see if there are any buses that can go."

"Oh." Song Zhi responded.

After another 10 minutes, Fang Chengyan rushed over.

He just went to the only pharmacy in the town and bought a scald ointment for Song Zhi.

"Show me," the man said.

Song Zhi sat on the stool with his palms up, showing his red and swollen fingers to the other party.

"I'm so pissed off, damn it, I'm so unlucky today."

Fang Chengyan asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"Of course it hurts, such a thin broken tin pot!" Song Zhi frowned, "It's not a fake this time."

"Then it was just pretending last time?" Fang Chengyan raised his eyelids.

"Oh." Song Zhi sighed.

Don't open your eyes, change the subject: "It hurts me so much."

"Give it to me quickly."

"Don't wipe it off yet."

The man suddenly put the ointment in his hand on the table.

"Why?" Song Zhi pretended to be dissatisfied, "My hand is as precious as the hand that signed the contract with you."

Fang Chengyan got up and went to the bathroom, and said as he walked, "No."

"Soak in cold water for a while."

Immediately afterwards, he came back with cold water from the plastic washbasin in the bathroom: "The heat still remains under the skin, let it escape. The ingredient of burn ointment is oil, and if you apply a layer first, it will only prevent the heat from coming out." .”

Song Zhi listened for a long time: "It seems to be such a truth."

Immediately afterwards, his hand was pressed into the cold water by the man.

The water ice was cold, and the heat on the fingertips was a little bit relieved by the coolness, but it still hurt a little.

But it finally slowed down.

He honestly put his hands in the basin and soaked them. Seeing Fang Chengyan running to play with Mao Jianer, he couldn't help but want to show his presence: "Thank you for finding me a new water bottle, otherwise I won't be able to finish this game." .”

"Ah."

Fang Chengyan rubbed the kitten's chin, and only spat out a word slowly.

"Did you hear, I said thank you." Song Zhi repeated loudly when he saw that he was still stroking the cat.

"Oh, I see."

"Hey, I, Brother Cheng Yan, did something good, but I'm still not willing to say it." Song Zhi had a smirk on his face.

"Blow."

He took out his wet hand and put it to Fang Chengyan's mouth.

President Fang glanced at him: "Don't blow it."

"Hey hey." Song Zhi smiled more happily.

The two quarreled with each other until there was a loud whistle outside the door.

Song Zhi took a closer look, it was that idiot again.

How dare this grandson come to the door? !

"Little Tea Master Song!" Liu Chacha called him with a smile on his face, with his trousers pocketed outside the door.

Song Zhi stood up quickly from the chair, strode towards the person, ignored the pain in his fingertips, grabbed the person in from the outside with one hand, closed the door with his foot, and pushed the person against the door panel twice.

With his arm pressed against Liu Chacha's throat, a look of ruthlessness appeared on his face: "You fucking want to die, don't you?"

Liu Chacha patted his hand, then raised the glass in his hand.Although he was so oppressed by Song Zhi that he couldn't breathe, he still had a playful smile on his face: "I don't want to."

"I'm here to return your cup."

"Be honest with me if you don't want to!"

Song Zhimeng grabbed his collar, and the little street runner was thrown to the ground.

Liu Chacha wanted to reply with a smile, but was about to sit up when her eyes suddenly stopped on the face of the man in the suit next to her.

Song Zhizheng's teeth were itching with hatred, he stood in front of Fang Chengyan, and said in a bad tone: "Is there something wrong?"

Liu Chacha suspiciously swept them back and forth, and finally returned to the man's face again, throwing out a sentence:

"I've seen yours."

It was raining that day, his father told him to go to the little tea master of Rijian Tea House, and said that he wanted to buy some high-end tea so that he could receive guests.

Liu Chacha yelled once or twice at the gate of the tea house, but found no answer, so she walked in lavishly and as if no one was there.

then……

There he saw an unbelievable scene in his life.

"It was raining that day, in your tea house..."

"right……"

"That's the outfit...it's you..."

Song Zhi looked at the bum and looked Fang Chengyan all over his body, while still muttering to himself.

"You're an idiot." Song Zhi gritted his teeth and almost exploded in anger, "Does the way people dress have anything to do with you?"

"I saw you..." He stared at his eyes as big as copper bells, and circled between them.

"I saw you..." Liu Chacha choked a little, he stretched out a finger, and slowly pointed in the direction of the bathroom, his tone seemed to be revealing some ulterior secret.

Fang Chengyan raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, realizing that something was wrong.

He nodded and nodded, but didn't say anything for a long time.

At this time, Song Zhi was already on his side, with all his energy gathered, he was about to stretch his legs to kick someone.

I saw that Liu Chacha's face suddenly changed from a look of reminiscence to a wretched smile:

"I saw the two of you embracing each other, your trousers were ripped off, and your buttocks were pouted on the sink..."

"?"

Song Zhi's pupils trembled, as if he had been hit with a hammer.In just a short moment, the expression on his face is really wonderful.

He glanced at Fang Chengyan in disbelief, and his vigorous legs froze in mid-air for half a second.

Immediately, he exhausted all his strength and kicked up desperately:

"Don't, don't spread rumors like that, you!"

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