Journey To the World of Film and Television Chapter 540

Chapter 540 The life of a vine is also her autobiography

There were three tea fights, although the first one was only as good as the soup, but when Hongkui showed the teacup to the five judges, just the wisp of vibrant Otoki aura was enough to make people feel refreshed and refreshed. Mastery.

Seeing Hongkui took the teacup away, Mr. Zhuoshi and the judges beside him looked at the tea foam eagerly, unwilling to look away for a long time.

"Cough judges, I don't know the result?"

Shopkeeper Hu saw that everyone's attention was attracted by the brown color of Tongfu Tea House, frowned slightly, coughed lightly, and reminded.

Only then did Mr. Zhuoshi come back to his senses, and discussed with the four judges next to him, gave in to each other, finally stood up, and said with a straight face, "The first item is only better than the color of the soup. Tongfu Teahouse, half-covered, clear Mingfang tea soup is all pure white, all top grade. In the game of soup color, it's a tie.”

Mr. Zhuoshi glanced at the expressions of the three parties after finishing speaking, and seeing that there was no objection from the three families, he nodded slightly, stroked his beard and said, "The second item is to look at the water marks."

The so-called water mark is to pour the tea foam into the tray tea set with a shallow bottom and a wide mouth, and leave traces when the water is tapped.

Later generations used milk to make milk foam, and the latte art of adding coffee originated from this.

Shopkeeper Hu stroking his beard and smiling, took a thin-mouthed long pot from the doctor of tea, and used the Zen spring in the pot as ink to pour tea noodles, rendering a handsome and elegant word "tea".

Looking up at the half-covered face and Tongfu Teahouse on both sides, I saw Si Teng stretching out his white and slender hand, and a drop of floral dew was on it. The clear and clean water drop stayed on the fingertips due to the tension of the air, and he raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves. , sprinkle the water droplets from the fingertips on the tea surface, causing ripples.

Another tea art that has never been seen before.

Shopkeeper Hu frowned slightly, and when he heard someone shouting from the other side, 'Ms. Zhao's tea foam has dispersed', she immediately turned her head to look.

Seeing that Zhao Paner's tea foam was the first to dissipate, Mr. Zhuoshi shook his head, and gave Song Yinzhang a helpless expression, regretfully saying: "Miss Zhao, I'm afraid you will lose the water mark round."

Zhao Paner smiled slightly, raised her hand and said, "Everyone, please look carefully."

Everyone looked intently, and saw that although Zhao Paner's white tea foam had dissipated a lot, it finally condensed into a pattern of moon window plum branches on the yellow-green tea soup, and then did not dissipate.

Yuan Tuntian exclaimed: "This is a tea drama with tea as a painting!"

All the bosses in Tea Soup Lane heard it and came to watch it. Zhou Ji saw these people were startled and exclaimed, and helplessly said, "It is said that the tea opera originated in the Tang Dynasty, and it developed to its peak in the Song Dynasty, becoming a literati. One of the most respected cultural activities in Bianjing. There are twenty-seven bosses of a dignified tea shop in Bianjing, who is in charge of the tea shop business in the entire Bianjing city. Have you ever seen a tea opera?"

Si Teng's expression was indifferent, and he didn't take it seriously: "Maybe the tea hundred operas in this world originated in the Tang Dynasty, and it was because of this Pan'er girl that it flourished and reached its peak in that dynasty?"

"It can only be round like this~"

Standing with folded arms, Zhou Ji contacted her when she decided to close the tea shop because of Ouyang Xu's admission to Jinshi, and went back to be her Jinshi's wife. The teahouse is not the goal. If she can become the wife of a Jinshi, let alone close the teahouse, even if there is a hatred of killing her father and forcing her mother to be a prostitute, she will find a reason to explain it to the other party. Stick it up."

"Miss Pan'er didn't provoke you, did she? Why are you so hostile to her?"

Si Tengxiu frowned slightly, turned his eyes to give him a sideways glance, and dipped his finger in the water to swipe it.

"Sorry. I made a slip of the tongue."

Zhou Ji calmed down and apologized solemnly.

On this side, although Zhao Paner's white tea foam has dissipated a lot, there are water marks on the yellow-green tea soup showing the full moon shining in the shadow of flowers.

Shopkeeper Hu stood up and looked over with his head, his face couldn't help but look a little ugly.

Shui Mark lost his infusion tea art to the half-hidden Tea Baixi. If he lost to Tongfu Tea House again, he would lose all face.

"Look, Boss Si's tea foam is gone!"

Shopkeeper Hu had a glimmer of hope in his heart, pulled away Dr. Tea next to him, and quickly surrounded him with everyone.

After seeing Shopkeeper Hu's gold grinder, Zhao Pan'er no longer regarded him as an opponent.

Although the 'tea flavor' is not yet compared, Zhao Pan'er already understood in his heart that it would be difficult to win the third match through the vitality aura wafting from the tea foam.

The first game of Tang Se had already been tied, and if he wanted to 'not lose', he could only completely win the second game of Cha Bai Xi.

Hearing that Miss Si Teng's tea foam had also started to dissipate, Zhao Pan'er couldn't help but also stepped forward, and went to the innermost part of the crowd under Hong Kui's care.

Different from shopkeeper Hu's infusion of clear water, and unlike the dripping of water as she did just now, Si Teng's drawing with garland shows two young leaves and a new bud emerging from the ground on the surface of the tea.

Mr. Zhuoshi shook his head slightly and said, "This water mark is similar to Mrs. Zhao's Tea Hundred Opera, but the composition is too simple, not as delicate as Mrs. Zhao's 'Full Moon Shining Flowers and Shadows'."

Zhao Pan'er breathed a sigh of relief. Shopkeeper Hu weighed his calligraphy with water marks and Si Teng's new sprouts.

Si Teng looked indifferent, completely unmoved by everyone's words.

Being defeated and still being so calm, Zhao Paner secretly admired Si Teng's state of mind and self-cultivation, and made no secret of her admiration for her.

However, as the voices of the surrounding discussion became smaller and smaller, Zhao Pan'er faintly felt that something was wrong, and turned her head to look around, but saw that everyone was holding their breath, their eyes widening, as if they were afraid of making a noise and disturbing something.

Looking down, the young leaves and sprouts that were originally reflected in the eyes did not know when to gather into a luxuriant vine.

There is no need to cling to other things, and there is no need to cling to other things. With the inertia of the shaking of the tea surface, the vines with branches and leaves are still growing stubbornly. Even Zhao Pan'er unconsciously held his breath, wanting to see this plant. Can a single vine support to cover the entire pallet.

This is the life of a vine, and it is also her autobiography.

Zhou Ji looked at Si Teng's side face with a complicated expression, opened his mouth to speak but stopped, shook his head, and finally turned into a faint sigh, turned his back and looked up at the dome of the teahouse at a 45-degree angle, really couldn't bear to look any further.

Bully. Too bully.

Others rely on technology to fight tea, but we rely on spells to fight tea.

This is too bullying.

Awakened by Zhou Ji's soft sigh, Mr. Zhuoshi raised his sleeve and stained the corners of his eyes with some moisture. Before soliciting the opinions of other judges, he said: "The second round, the owner of Tongfu Tea House won."

The others were all touched by Si Teng's latte art, and nodded approvingly.

Tongfu Tea House won, but Qingmingfang's infusion method was not as good as the half-covered Chabaixi.

Shopkeeper Hu took a few steps back in a daze, and the tea doctor next to him hurriedly supported him, and comforted him: "Although we lost this round, isn't there still a tea taste in the last round? We may not lose!"

"Yes! There is also tea flavor."

Shopkeeper Hu cheered himself up, and returned to the table to prepare tea soup.

This time, not only him and Zhao Pan'er, but everyone's attention was on Si Teng's side.

Clean your hands, wash the pot, brew, seal the pot, and divide the tea.

Although what Si Teng used was tea powder, he used the method of brewing tea. The originally crushed tea powder was washed with boiling water, regrouped into thin rattan threads, and rolled up and down in the tea water.

Shopkeeper Hu has been observing the process of Si Teng making tea, and found that no salt, **** and seasonings were added during the process, and he was a little surprised for a while.

Only peddlers who don't know the tea ceremony would drink this loose tea that can't be put on the table. It's fine that Tongfu Tea House sells it in the lobby on the first floor. I didn't expect to participate in the tea fighting meeting, but it was so vulgar.

As the three parties served the teacups respectively, the five judges glanced at the characteristic Sancai bowl of Tongfu Tea House, looked at each other, and lifted the lid together. The mellow and thick aroma was also overwhelmed.

The wafting fragrance of tea was just like that, the five of them rolled their Adam's apples, said a few words to each other modestly, and couldn't wait to raise a cup to taste it.

The green tea enters the throat, and wherever it passes, one feels that the internal organs are washed and nourished by a wisp of vigorous spiritual energy. Mr. Zhuoshi ignored the scalding, raised his head and drank the remaining tea in the cup, and finally took a long breath and murmured Whispered: "Xiancha, Xiancha!"

The reaction of the four people next to them was exactly the same. After drinking a cup of clear tea, they tasted the Qingmingfang and the half-covered tea, but they found it difficult to swallow, especially Beiyuan Xianchun, who added the most ingredients, obviously liked its sweetness, smoothness and aftertaste. It is full-bodied, but if you drink it now, these seasonings are particularly uncomfortable. In comparison, it is not even as good as Jingshan tea with only fine salt added.

Pale Zhao Paner listened to Mr. Zhuoshi's announcement of the results, smiled miserably, took half a step back, and was supported by Sun Sanniang and Song Yinzhang.

"Pan'er, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Zhao Pan'er patted the back of Sun Sanniang's hand, forced a smile, stood still and looked at Shopkeeper Hu, whose face was uglier than her, and laughed at himself, "As long as they win in Chatang Lane, they won't look for it again." We're in trouble."

Song Yinzhang opened his mouth, wanting to comfort Zhao Pan'er but didn't know how to speak.

Si Teng walked out step by step, his cold and calm eyes swept around, and everyone fell silent.

"Peaches and plums don't talk about it, and it's self-made. Tea has thousands of shapes, and so do people. As long as the tea soup itself has a long-lasting fragrance, it will attract people who appreciate it. It's so, why should it care whether it was born in the Royal Tea Garden before?" , or was born in the mountains?"

Facing Si Teng's clear and clear eyes, Zhao Pan'er's heartstrings seemed to be twitched. She took a step forward and said to the crowd, "Masters, I did become a musician because of my father's crimes, but I have long since left my country. "Lu Yu Tea Classic" has It is said that the tea maker is also the fine wood in the south, the upper one produces rotten rocks, the middle one produces gravel soil, and the lower one produces loess.

The so-called tea ceremony, as long as you follow the way, you can cross the sea and display your abilities, so why care about its origin? "

Two people stood side by side, standing in the middle of the lobby, one was aloof and glamorous, the other was paranoid and sensitive, everyone present fell into a long silence for their words.

Lost, completely defeated.

The tea shop in Beijing has lost face. If it persists, it will not only lose face, but also lose face.

Shopkeeper Hu let out a long sigh, cupped his hands and gave a deep salute with some disappointment, and said in a deep voice: "Hu's skills are not as good as others, and I am willing to accept the bet. On behalf of the Beijing Tea Shop and the Twenty-seven Tea Shop in Chatang Lane, I apologize to the boss and Mrs. Zhao. Lane welcomes you to come and go frequently!"

Si Teng nodded slightly, and Zhao Pan'er bowed in return.

A crowd of tea guests gathered around to congratulate Si Teng and Zhou Ji Hongkui. Among them, the most asked question was when 'Qian Teng Silk' would be available for sale.

Zhou Ji curled his lips. He was more cautious than Si Teng, his face was full of resistance, and he didn't even want to do marketing tricks. He bluntly said that all the tea leaves were used up during the tea fight just now, and there will be no more in the future, and there will be no more tea leaves in the future. Won't do it again.

Wait until Zhou Ji dismissed the tea guests, and Song Yinzhang, who was still waiting by the side, came awkwardly, saluted the three of them, and said embarrassedly, "Congratulations to Ms. Si Teng for winning the tea fight meeting."

"Miss Yinzhang, don't feel embarrassed. It's not easy for the three of you to support each other with half-hidden faces. Facing the provocations of Tea Soup Lane, it's human nature to advance and retreat side by side. Even if you don't mention it, Si and I Teng Xiaokui will also encourage you to go there." Zhou Ji smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and patted Song Yinzhang's fragrant shoulder, looked to the side and said, "Where are Miss Pan'er and Sanniang?"

"San Niang was sent to the store by Sister Pan'er. Sister Pan'er didn't want anyone to accompany her, saying she went back to Osmanthus Alley alone." Song Yinzhang said hesitantly.

Osmanthus Alley, Chen Lian's private residence.

Zhao Paner remembered what happened just now, and stood under the gazebo in the atrium, her heart sinking uncontrollably.

Today's tea fight, Chatang Lane lost.

She also lost.

During the first soup color competition, she originally wanted to attract everyone's attention by dancing, so as to gain a little impression from the judges.

However, the impression did remain, and in the eyes of all the tea drinkers, it was confirmed that he was a musical performer.

Presumably after today, the whole capital knows that she used to be a musician, right?

Desperate, in exchange for this result.

Even with the help of Ms. Si Teng in the end, he restored his image in the eyes of everyone.

But when Zhao Pan'er calmed down, he realized that he was far less open-minded than he imagined.

He talked a lot in front of people, a bunch of beautiful words.

The needle named 'Bao Ji' after her death was still stuck in her heart, and every time she thought about it, she couldn't stop the pain.

The sound of a branch breaking sounded behind her. Zhao Paner turned around and found that the sun had already set before she knew it. Under the pomegranate tree in the courtyard, a familiar figure stood there looking at her.

"when did you come?"

"It's already here, before you grind the tea."

Zhao Paner was a little worried, but wanted to pretend to be indifferent and said, "Did you see it all?"

"See what?" Gu Qianfan asked.

"I saw me grinding tea with fluttering butterfly dance, and I saw them talking about me as a prostitute..." Zhao Pan'er lowered her head, avoiding Gu Qianfan's sight, and walked down from the gazebo step by step.

"Pan'er." Gu Qianfan took a step forward, but was stopped by Zhao Pan'er raising his hand.

"Don't call me that, and don't come here."

Zhao Pan'er used 99% indifference to cover up the anticipation deep in her heart, and said lightly, "On that day, I want you to go back and think clearly about what kind of mentality you want to treat me, otherwise don't come to see me , have you thought it through?"

"Think clearly."

Gu Qianfan nodded, looked at Zhao Paner who had stopped, and said, "I'm here for this too."

(end of this chapter)

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