aren't we rivals

After the master finished speaking, he left the gazebo. Meng Chi sat there blankly, his brows lowered and his eyes closed, wondering what he was thinking. Yu Tingzhi didn't leave, and sat quietly by the side.

When he finished drinking the tea in the justice cup, Meng Chi reminded him as if he had just woken up from a dream: "Don't drink it, you didn't eat much at noon, this tea is strong and easy to get drunk."

Yu Tingzhi raised his eyebrows: "Can you still get drunk after drinking tea?"

"That's right," Meng Chi said, "There is caffeine in the tea. If you drink too much on an empty stomach, your blood sugar will drop, and then you will feel dizzy and weak."

Yu Tingzhi nodded, put down the teacup in his hand, and asked, "Have you ever been drunk?"

Meng Chi nodded: "I was drunk once. At that time, I didn't know much about art at the beginning. Once I drank too much and became dizzy and nauseous. Fortunately, Master found out in time, otherwise I would die."

Tea drunk is different from alcohol drunk. The "drunk" substance in tea is caffeine in tea.Excessive caffeine intake may cause adverse reactions, such as insomnia, dizziness, and nausea. In severe cases, muscle tremors, heart rhythm disorders, and even convulsions may occur.Long-term intake of too much fluoride in tea can cause chronic poisoning.

"So serious?" Yu Tingzhi frowned.

Meng Chi smiled: "This is only for some special physiques. In fact, as long as you don't drink too much at one time, generally speaking, tea is more beneficial to the human body."

For example, catechins in tea can fight cancer, and green tea has the highest content of catechins in tea; polyphenols and lipopolysaccharides including catechins can protect against radiation; tea polyphenols can also help reduce cardiovascular disease. Disease risk; In addition, tea can also be sterilized.

"Let's go, the tea should be almost dry." Meng Chi glanced at the time and said to Yu Tingzhi, "Let you see the wisdom of our ancestors."

Yu Tingzhi smiled, and followed him to the back hall.

The layout of this small Zen courtyard is a bit like a quadrangle, facing east from the west, with the tea room and main room in the middle, the wing room in the south, and the kitchen in the north. vegetable garden.

The boiler for making tea is in the south corridor.When Yu Tingzhi approached, he saw two large iron pots resting on a rough stovetop made of bricks. The overall height was about half a meter. On one side is a bluestone table with vertical grooves, the whole body is dark, showing the traces of time.

Meng Chi asked Yu Tingzhi to pack the dried tea leaves in a bamboo dustpan, while he cleaned the cauldron himself.

When Yu Tingzhi brought the tea, Meng Chi had already washed the pot and lit the fire, and the master had already rolled up his sleeves and sat on the low stool, ready to do a big job.

The key to finishing is to grasp the temperature of the heat, which should be controlled at a temperature that can neither burn the hands nor fry the tea leaves.

In the past, there were no high-tech products to maintain a constant temperature, and the masters gained experience and mastered technology through repeated operations.

Yu Tingzhi sat aside and watched, watching those emerald green tea leaves in the iron pot kept turning with the master's palm.

He is proficient in his technique. Every time he moves, he almost lifts all the leaves in the pot, stirs them quickly, shakes them evenly, and makes them in one go, just like a rain of tea leaves in the pot. Stir well and fry thoroughly.

Shigong is indeed a master tea maker who has been making tea for many years. He kept turning his hands and chatting with Yu Tingzhi, telling him to wait until the tea leaves in the pot become soft, the leaves lose their luster, appear dark green, and feel a little green to the touch. Only when it is sticky can it be regarded as completed, and the next step can be carried out-kneading.

Only then did Yu Tingzhi know what that bluestone slab was for.

Shigong evenly spread the finished tea leaves on the bluestone table with vertical grooves, and gently began to knead them.

This is a very delicate job, neither can the tea leaves be crushed, but also the pekoe on the back of the buds should be preserved.

After kneading, the first baking can be carried out, and then the round duster is covered, and the production is completed after one re-baking.

"Come and smell." The master held the freshly made dry tea and called Yu Tingzhi to appreciate the fragrance of the tea in a very ostentatious manner.

The newly made Maofeng is covered with white hair, with bud tips like awns and ivory color, and each tea leaf is even and strong.Before getting close, Yu Tingzhi's nose was already filled with the aroma of tea, the smell was rich and refreshing.

"Good tea," he said.

Perhaps it was because he personally witnessed the production of this tea, these two simple words were the most serious words Yu Tingzhi said, and he was conquered by the fragrance of this tea from the bottom of his heart.

Meng Chi walked to Yu Tingzhi's side and touched his shoulder: "Is my master very powerful?"

"Well, it's very powerful." Yu Tingzhi nodded, paused for a moment, and then said, "Aren't you going to show off your skills?"

Meng Chi raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to watch me make tea?"

"En." Yu Tingzhi nodded.

Meng Chi smiled, turned around and walked towards the corridor: "Come on."

In the end, after studying with the master for a few years, Meng Chi's skills are not inferior to the master's at all, but he is even more capable.Yu Tingzhi quietly watched from the side, watching his hands turn over and over in the iron pot, because his skin was sensitive, soon his fingertips, joints, and palms were covered with a layer of crimson, and that little bit of crimson covered the whole area. It appeared and disappeared in the dark green, Yu Tingzhi felt a little itchy to see it, and suddenly wanted to paint.

"How about it, do you want to try it?" Seeing that he was fascinated, Shigong asked.

"Can I try it?" Yu Tingzhi asked.

"Forget it," Meng Chi interrupted suddenly, "Don't burn your hands."

The master laughed: "I'm not afraid of burning my own hands, but you are so distressed."

Meng Chi: "..." Who felt distressed.

Meng Chi raised his eyes and glanced at Yu Tingzhi, met the smile in his eyes, and said, "Teacher Yu still wants to teach students how to draw. If it really burns, wouldn't it be a mistake?"

Master said "Oh": "That's true, then you should just watch."

Yu Tingzhi didn't have to try it, just watching Meng Chi make tea was quite interesting.

After finishing making all the fresh leaves picked in the morning, it was already evening. Meng Chi was thinking that Yu Tingzhi would have to teach tomorrow, so he specially contacted the master who went down the mountain to buy in the temple, and asked him to pick up Yu Tingzhi on the way.

Originally, Meng Chi wanted to stay on the mountain for two more days, but Jiang Hong called him and said that a batch of good quality dry tea had come out of the factory, and asked him if he wanted to take a look.

"The new master in the factory, the tea made is much better than before. I took a video for you. You can take a look. If you want, come and have a look. I still have customers waiting for my reply."

After Jiang Hong finished speaking, she hung up the phone. Meng Chi clicked on WeChat and saw the live video Jiang Hong sent him. The dry tea bars in the video looked acceptable, but the color was a bit dark.However, there must be a certain amount of chromatic aberration in taking pictures with the mobile phone, so Meng Chi finally decided to go down the mountain with Yu Tingzhi.

Shigong asked them to share the afternoon tea, put them in tin cans, and took some dry tea he had made earlier, and asked Meng Chi to take them back to Yang Zhengfeng. Meng Chi took them one by one, and told Shigong to take care of himself. He turned around and got into the car.

Meng Chi sat next to Yu Tingzhi, touching his shoulders.He first stuffed his own tea pot into the backpack, and then tried to put the one in Yu Tingzhi's hand, but failed.

"Just this little tea, why do you still pack it in two jars?" Meng Chi complained.

"I want to keep the tea you made privately." Yu Tingzhi picked up one of the tea pots.

Meng Chi raised his eyebrows, pointed at the tin can containing the tea made by Master and asked, "What about this one?"

Yu Tingzhi: "Send it to my grandfather to taste."

Hearing this, Meng Chi chuckled and joked, "My master will be upset if you find out about your double standards."

Yu Tingzhi: "Then don't tell him."

Hearing this, Meng Chi laughed even wider.He watched Yu Tingzhi's face appearing and disappearing in the dim light, his beautiful eyes flickered, and when he looked at him with a smile, it seemed like stars were twinkling.

"Teacher Yu, you are really..." Meng Chi sighed softly, but couldn't find a suitable adjective.

"What is it really?"

He originally wanted to say it was kind of cute, but he felt that the word cute didn't fit well with Yu Tingzhi, so after thinking about it, he said, "Childish."

Yu Tingzhi smiled and refused to comment.

The master in the monastery drove them to the bus station at the foot of the mountain in a small three-wheeler. The time was just right, and they caught the last bus back to Xichi.

I got up early today and couldn't take a nap at noon. Meng Chi fell asleep leaning on the car seat shortly after getting in the car, and he didn't wake up until the finish line.

Probably because it wasn't the first time, Meng Chi found himself pillowing on Yu Tingzhi's shoulder again when he woke up, and he didn't feel embarrassed, and politely said "thank you".

It was already dark at this time, and the two of them stepped on the night, walked from the bus stop to the direction of the hotel, and Yu Tingzhi received a call from She Shan as soon as they arrived at the door.

After Yu Tingzhi sent She Shan WeChat to deal with the comments in the morning, he never contacted him again.She Shan sent him several messages, and also sent several WeChat messages to Meng Chi, but the two of them seemed to have evaporated, and no one replied to him.

In the end, She Shan had no choice but to make a phone call to ask about the situation, mainly to Meng Chi. If Meng Chi felt troubled, he could delete the blog.

Naturally, Meng Chi said there was no need to do this, and She Shan didn't say anything, complaining bitterly about Yu Ting's "forgotten friends after seeing sex" and hung up the phone.

She Shan's phone call reminded Meng Chi of something he hadn't finished asking this morning.

"You said you asked She Shan to find me as a model, what's the matter?" Meng Chi asked, "I didn't know you when She Shan asked Yang Zile."

Yu Tingzhi said: "It wasn't at that time. After you refused, She Shan originally wanted to find someone else."

Meng Chi nodded: "Then he asked you to paint, and you said you wanted to paint me?"

Yu Tingzhi nodded: "En."

Hearing this affirmative answer, Meng Chi immediately remembered that when he finished taking the photos and watched the film, he told She Shan that it didn't have to be him, and that Yu Tingzhi could have drawn the same effect if someone else had changed. Yu Tingzhi suddenly appeared and gave him an unquestionable answer.

"It must be you."

It cannot be someone else.

At that time, Meng Chi felt more flattered by this answer. At that time, he and Yu Tingzhi were not familiar and had nothing to do with each other.

At this moment, hearing Yu Tingzhi say that he was the one to do it again, Meng Chi no longer felt surprised, only joy and some subtle emotions remained.

Meng Chi is not an idiot, if at first he thought that Yu Tingzhi treated him a little differently, it was a self-righteous illusion, then several coincidences and ambiguous words in the subsequent provocations are enough to prove that it is not an illusion.

Meng Chi glanced sideways at Yu Tingzhi for a few seconds, with a playful smile in his eyes, and he suddenly asked, "Teacher Yu, did you plot against me from the beginning?"

Yu Tingzhi looked back at him and nodded calmly: "Yes."

Meng Chi laughed lowly, the smile on his face was relaxed and joyful.

"Then if I don't agree, I'm sorry for your hard work." After a while, Meng Chi smiled again.

Yu Tingzhi was taken aback when he heard the words, stopped in his tracks and asked, "What do you promise?"

Meng Chi kept walking until he reached the door of his room, then turned around and said slowly, "Let you draw me."