[Comprehensive Manga] My love is a male god

But just like Kuroro's accidental indifference to ink painting, he was completely unaccustomed to many of Qiao's hobbies and habits.

For example, tea.

People in the sky/dynasties like to drink tea, and even in many places in the south, drinking tea is a very particular thing.

So, Kuroro, who was facing this for the first time, was a little (?) a bitch.

It was a sunny day, and Grandpa Qiao was in a good mood, so he ordered Anze to make tea.The younger generation of the Qiao family belongs to Anze Yi who is the best at making tea.

On the small red clay stove is a palm-sized azure teapot, small and exquisite, and next to it are three white porcelain cups painted with blue lotus patterns, as thin as paper, one in front of grandpa, one in front of Anze, and There was one in front of Kuroro.

Kuroro likes to drink coffee. He has no research on tea. He noticed that there are quite a lot of odds and ends on the small table. On the left side of the cup is a blue and white porcelain water bottle with a slender neck and shoulders. It is not big. There are stoppers on it, and on the right are three bowls painted with green bamboos, two of which are filled with half a bowl of water. An Zeyi is wearing a light blue robe with his white shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing a Very thin and elegant wrists.

Ku Luoluo has always felt that An Zeyi's hands and wrists are particularly soft and weak, and he feels tired when carrying 40 kilograms of things, and he can only rely on the butcher shop owner to chop bones. His hands and wrists are also really good-looking. They are not as thick and powerful as those of warriors, nor are they as rough and deformed as those who do rough work all year round (he wears gloves when washing dishes and cleaning at home). An Zeyi's hands are The standard literati's hands have slender and round fingers, which are smooth and cool to hold, and the joints are unusually slender and delicate. The skin covering them looks as thin as a cicada's wing, and is also translucent.Although he likes cooking and is good at playing the piano and painting, but he was born in a wealthy family. An Zeyi also cherishes his hands very much. He regularly removes the calluses on his hands to make them softer.

Anyway, it is well maintained.

"Does Lu Xilu know anything about tea?" Grandpa Qiao naturally noticed a wolf with a big tail who looked at his grandson with impure eyes.

Kuroro was taken aback by the question, and subconsciously showed his usual steady and credible modest smile: "Know a thing or two."

An Zeyi curled his lips silently in his heart: Ku Luoluo, I only like drinking coffee all day long, and you know a thing or two about tea?Are you sure it's not lemon iced tea?I haven't seen you drink tea and can tell the difference between Maojian and Tieguanyin?

Grandpa Qiao raised his eyebrows slightly: "Which kind of tea do you like best? Green tea or black tea? White tea? Black tea? Yellow tea? Black tea?"

"I like black tea very much. Especially Pu'er tea. It tastes rich and smooth, mellow and sweet, and the root of the tongue produces fluid." Kuroro said calmly, although in fact he had never drunk this kind of tea.

…………… For some reason, An Zeyi felt that these words were slightly familiar.

(Prospect review: Charlotte stretches out her hand to tease Duck, Anze brings over a cup of tea, Charlotte takes a sip from the teacup: "Huh? It's not Biluochun."

"Yes, it's the new Pu'er tea I bought today. I've been eating a lot of greasy tea lately, and," Anze picked up the teacup, "Don't you think Pu'er tea tastes rich, smooth, mellow and sweet, and the root of the tongue produces body fluid?" )

It seems that he knows tea, and it is modest to say that he knows a thing or two.Grandpa Qiao, who didn't know what was tricky at all, thought to himself.

Anze pursed his lips, and the dimple at the corner of his mouth loomed: "Well, the tea cake I'm making is Jin Junmei in black tea. I don't know if you're used to drinking it, Ku Luoluo." That's being polite. You're being polite, anyway, any tea is not as good as coffee in his mouth.

"The tea made by Ah Yi is naturally good." Ku Luoluo smiled, of course he knew the meaning of Anze's words, but it was also true. The coffee is fragrant and mellow.

Grandpa Qiao cleared his throat, is he comfortable molesting my grandson?I'm still here.

Kuroro quickly changed the subject: "I heard that the best way to make tea is Shanshui. Most of the water in this bottle is Shanshui?"

An Zeyi did not speak, but opened the lid of the pot with his left hand to see the water inside making a slight sound, opened a small box next to him with his right hand, squeezed a little white salt into it, closed the lid, and said in a calm and gentle voice : "No, this is the rainwater collected by my grandfather's family this spring."

I have to say that the most satisfying thing for An Zeyi in this world is that the air is not as serious as the industrial pollution of heaven/dynasty.Looking at history, starting from the third industrial revolution decades ago, there was no such thing as a large collective wenge after the founding of the People’s Republic of China. In the footsteps of the industrial revolution, there is a world-shaking difference from the sky/chao.

If the sky was in modern times, the rainwater would have been polluted in the sky, who would dare to use it to make tea?

Kuroro originally wanted to ask what to do with the salt, but he was stunned for a moment when he heard these words, the rainwater collected in spring?It's been a few months, isn't it already rotten?

An Zeyi naturally didn't know what Kuroro was thinking at this moment, otherwise he would punch him no matter how good-tempered he was.At this time, An Zeyi was busy with the work in hand, after the second boiling, he first took out a little water, used a bamboo clip to rotate in the boiling water, and poured some tea foam down along the whirlpool.After closing the lid, Anze put three small white porcelain cups in the tea wash, that is, the bowl painted with green bamboo, washed them clean, and put the used water in another empty bowl. Boiling, opened the lid to see the water boiling, he poured in the water from the second boiling just now, and a series of movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, freehand and elegant.

It is as beautiful as a painting to attract attention.Kuroro thought, watching the tea in the small pot being poured into three cups after the end, and then placed in front of the three of them: "Please."

Originally, Kuroro was planning to put on a (zhuang) foot (hao) posture (bi) to sip this cup of tea, which was complicated and beautiful but was boiled with rainwater more than half a year ago, but Anze took a look at him, He drank it all in one gulp, and then said with a hint of emotion: "It really feels good to drink Kung Fu tea while it's hot."

Well, this tea was not sipped slowly, nor was it like An Zeyi used to drink the teacup with the lid scraped off the foam. Ku Luoluo drank it all in one gulp: "Good tea." Although I don't know what is good about it, but luckily he didn't drink it Sour.It's just that such a small cup really doesn't quench your thirst: "Is it just too little?" So much effort and so much tea.

As soon as Ku Luoluo finished speaking, An Zeyi looked over with eyes full of "you leaky dumpling".Grandpa Qiao also looked at him with a slight difference, and said slowly: "To cook 'Kung Fu Tea', the pot should be shallow rather than deep, small rather than large, and there are four-character tips for teacups: small, shallow, thin, white, and small. If it is shallow, the water will not leave a bottom; the color is as white as jade to set off the color of the tea; the quality is as thin as paper to make it fragrant. This is a small white porcelain cup produced in Jingdezhen, Jiangxi, and it is also very Alright. Commonly known as 'ginkgo cup'." A simple translation is: Sao Nian, you are a fool.

Kurolo: "..."

Kuroro doesn't go online often, so when he went online on such an ordinary night, it really surprised everyone.

It's the head of the group, not the dumpling: the outside world frightened me again.

Mobile phone loves oranges: What's wrong, leader?Sit in the front row and wait for melon

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It’s the head of the regiment, not the dumpling: I don’t understand why Liangsu, no, people in Huaerxia drink tea so strangely, boil it with spring rainwater, put salt in it, and at the end of the boil, just a little bit is enough to drink What!

Also, I don't understand why it is planned to collect the snow water on the petals and pistils of plum blossoms in winter when making a tea, and also discusses which snow on the bamboo leaves is more refreshing and delicate than the snow on the plum blossoms. Is it better to cook Biluochun or melon slices, hehe.

As soon as the group leader said this, the group dedicated to the Phantom Brigade exploded.

#Wow, is the rain that has been put for more than half a year gone bad?#

#What is the taste of the tea boiled in that kind of water#

#Outsiders are poor and particular#

#Snow on plum blossoms?Snow on bamboo leaves?rainwater?I think of the Grand View Garden, there is wood there#

#团长That’s called the artistic conception of elegant enjoyment 天/朝朝茶culture we don’t understand# (The last two are from the two travelers from 天/朝)

In addition to tea, Kuroro also learned the game of Go during his trip to Liangsu this time.

Go is a game that tests your IQ. Generally, if you play Go well, you have a good IQ, and you can learn mathematics well.

Ku Luoluo looked at An Zeyi silently: good math at Go?

Don't think I don't know that you need a calculator to calculate numbers at home!

Anze glared at him: What am I doing?I'm not good at math...... I'm an exception!

An Zeyi, who was severely offended by Kuroro's look, decided to let Kuroro know how powerful he is.

Anze put the chessboard away: "Let's fight!"

The corner of Kuroro's mouth raised, and he said something he had recently learned from reading: "I'm willing to listen to you." Let the horse come here!

When Mr. Qiao came in, he saw his little grandson playing chess with the man named Kurolo Luxilu.

Getting along these few days is enough to make him express emotion. Kuroro is really a charming person, with extraordinary conversation, knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and his temperament is also the most pleasing, gentle and unhurried. These few are comparable to Si'er, a child who is born with an unforgettable memory, but Si'er is too pure and kind, and his experience is not comparable to him.

If it hadn't been for the dark danger that was as dark as an abyss in him when they met for the first time, and the other party's idea of ​​hitting on his little grandson, old man Qiao felt that he might like this young man.

Of course, this does not hinder my appreciation of him. A child who loves reading is good in the eyes of a standard literati like him.

To be honest, he has only met two people with such a strong personality and charm so far.

One is the in-laws back then. Even though the white-haired face is covered with wrinkles, when those blue eyes look at you, you can still feel the tolerance and gentleness like the sea. When you smile, it is full of warmth, healing charm, and it is impossible not to. To like her makes it impossible not to respect her.

The last one is his little grandson, An Zeyi.They are obviously a pair of black eyes, but in his eyes, they can still be as tolerant and warm as the sky, just like his grandmother who has the pure and pure eyes that heal people's hearts, pure and optimistic. From childhood to adulthood, no one who knew him knew him. They will not be attracted to him, and no one is willing to make friends with him.

As his grandfather, he naturally knew his grandson.An Zeyi, a premature baby, has been in poor health since he was a child, but since he was able to speak, his mother has to read him different stories every night (the cheating father-in-law caused the little grandson to listen to 36 tricks instead of fairy tales), After starting to read, insist on reading by yourself, insist on practicing calligraphy every day, and insist on doing your own things. An adult can persist, which is called perseverance. What about a 3-year-old child?A person has been upright since he was a child who just remembered things, stood upright, never told lies or went astray, was dignified, upright, diligent, diligent and unremittingly insisted on his own moral integrity.

It's really rare.

So everyone, no matter adults or children, is willing to believe him, like him, approach him and get along with him.Virtue is not alone, there must be neighbors, and this is An Zeyi.

Chrollo Luxilu was probably attracted by his grandson's cold, high-spirited quality like a bamboo plum.

He walked over, stood by and watched the chess without saying a word.

The little grandson often enjoys the process and fun of playing Go, but his own chess style is very unique, like water. At first glance, the white pieces are very weak, but at the end of the game, he realizes that he has already been defeated by the weak player. Surrounded by negligible water.

Seeps everywhere, escapes nowhere.

He remembered that when he was won by the little guy for the first time, he could only sigh and regret.

Really, it's a pity.

If Anze had been born 80 years earlier, he would have shined in that turbulent era, being the best staff officer and the best military adviser.

If Anze had been born 20 years earlier, he would have shined in the peak period of Go, and there were as many excellent players in that era as the crucian carp in the river.

Instead of this.

"It doesn't matter, I like playing chess, just like I like painting and playing the piano, and it's not just for winning." At that time, Ozawa, who was still chubby and bun-faced, raised his head, a pair of clear black eyes shining brightly : "Winning or losing is not important, I like to enjoy the process and the joy at the end."

"Don't be conceited if you win, and you can learn new good ways if you lose. What is there to be sad about?"

From that moment on, he knew that no one could take away the brilliance from An Zeyi's eyes, and no one could destroy the enjoyment in An Zeyi's heart.

He looked at Heizi, Kurolo was a beginner, but......

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and he thought of spiders.

Yes, spiders.

Kuroro's chess style is like a spider, weaving a web step by step, and moving quickly after catching the prey, no matter how hard the prey struggles, they cannot escape the spider's hunting.

Like Si'er, he has a very good grasp of the overall situation and layout, and they all make decisions before moving, which is really amazing.

Old and old, this world really belongs to their young people.

"I lost." After playing for three full hours, Kurolo conceded.

"Kurolo, you play chess like a spider." Apparently, An Zeyi thought the same as his grandfather: "Weaving a spider's web to catch prey."

"You play chess like water, and you can't hide from it." Ku Luoluo said gently while packing up the chess pieces with Anze.He has a high value of force, but he actually prefers to play with ingenuity rather than brute force. For him, the IQ fight of chess is really quite enjoyable.

"No matter how well the spider web is woven, which spider web have you seen can catch the rain instead of being wrapped by the rain?"

Kurolo: He's so right, I'm speechless.

Neither Kuroro nor An Zeyi knew that what An Zeyi said casually at this moment would actually come true in the future.

So is this the reason why Ku Luoluo, who is obviously strong in combat value in the future, will be eaten to death by An Zeyi, a good-for-nothing?