Ye Fan said in a low voice, "They are calming their hearts. Only by immersing their hearts in tea can they brew the best tea."
"Oh …" Du Yun'er's face was full of concentration as she watched seriously. She had even forgotten why she came here in the first place.
Finally, after about ten minutes, Ning Zimo and Oda Hui Hai started to move at the same time.
Light the charcoal fire, boil the water, brew the tea …
What was different was that Oda Hui Hai's expression was more serious. Every process was exquisite and meticulous. Furthermore, it was very quiet, almost not making a sound.
Ning Zimo, on the other hand, had a faint smile on her face. She was calm and relaxed, as if she was playing a piece of music, enjoying herself.
The two of them were completely focused on the tea and had already turned a deaf ear to everything around them.
Watching the two of them brew tea, it was as if they were splashing ink on a lifelike landscape painting. They indulged in the scenery, drank wine and sang loudly, and lived a carefree life.
"Amazing..." I feel like I can already taste the tea before I even drink it … "Du Yun'er muttered enviously.
Ye Fan smiled. He also liked to watch Ning Zimo's tea art. It was pleasing to the eye.
"This is the charm of the Tea Ceremony. When the art reaches the highest level, it will shake a person's soul. It is definitely not a visual stimulation." Ye Fan said.
While speaking, Ning Zimo and Oda Hui Hai both stopped and completed the process of brewing tea.
The two of them each used a tray to bring five cups of tea to the referees.
Ye Fan pulled Du Yun'er's hand and stepped forward, "Everyone, do you mind letting us have a taste as well?"
The judges were all amiable old men, so they naturally didn't have any objections.
Ning Zimo smiled, took out two more cups of tea, and handed them over to Ye Fan and Du Yun'er.
Du Yun'er thanked him and took a sip of the fragrant tea. She immediately felt that it had seeped into her heart and spleen. She said in pleasant surprise, "This tea is really delicious. I've never tasted such a rich taste before.
"Little girl, try mine." At this time, Oda Hui Hai also brought over his tea and said in a non-standard Mandarin.
Ye Fan and Du Yun'er also tasted it and felt that the taste was very good.
"How can I tell whose is better? I feel very good." Du Yun'er said in distress.
"Silly girl, it's not like I'm asking you to be the referee." Ye Fan said with a smile.
Several senior tea ceremony judges were exchanging opinions with each other.
After five or six minutes, the judge sitting in the middle said, "In this competition, we have finally decided that the Purple Leaf Tea House has won."
When Oda Hui Hai heard that, he immediately said with dissatisfaction, "Judge, what's the reason?"
The judge said, "The tea brewed by the two of you are evenly matched, but Miss Ning displayed a kind of artistic conception in the process of brewing the tea, causing people to have even more wild and fanciful thoughts.
Perhaps it's because Mr. Oda was too focused on winning that he wasn't able to do his best. "
Oda Huihai frowned. He had noticed that when Ning Zimo was brewing tea, the feeling she gave off was different from his. It was even more like a high mountain and flowing water, which was in line with the concept of the tea ceremony.
He took a cup of Ning Zimo's tea, tasted it, and let out a long sigh.
"I lost. Indeed, in terms of taste, there is no difference. In terms of the process, I am a bit lacking," Oda Hui Hai said.
Ning Zimo also said politely, "Mr. Oda has inherited the Le Liu Tea Ceremony. It has been more than four hundred years, and there are indeed many things that are worthy of admiration. Today's competition has benefited a lot."
Oda Hui Hai waved his hand and began to ask in Fusang language, "I would like to ask Miss Ning a question. When you were brewing tea just now, what were you thinking about? How could you be so ethereal and natural?"
Ning Zimo didn't understand Fu Sang's language, so she could only ask for help from the judges beside her. Two of the judges were from Fu Sang, and this was also for the sake of fairness.
After listening to the translation, Ning Zimo replied with a smile, "I just silently recited two sentences in my heart, 'The tea in the cauldron is still green, and the chess in the secluded window is still cold.' Imagining that kind of mood, I immersed myself in the tea ceremony."
After saying this, the judges at the side were in a difficult position. They didn't know how to translate these two lines of ancient text.
Fan Xian sighed, stepped forward and suddenly said in fluent Fu Sang language, "At that time, Miss Ning was thinking about two couplets, from the book 'Dream of the Red Chamber' in China.
The general meaning was that the cauldron was no longer boiling tea, and the room was still filled with green water vapor. The chess game under the window had already ended, and his fingers still felt cold.
These two couplets were written by a young master called Baoyu in that novel. He fused the visual and tactile experience into it, and also described the leisure and elegance brought about by the tea ceremony and the way of chess. "
Everyone present stared blankly at Ye Fan, especially Du Yun'er. Her beautiful eyes were filled with astonishment.
Oda Hui Hai was suddenly enlightened and gave a thumbs up, "This young sir, your Fu Sang language is very good, and your explanation is very clear. Your Chinese culture is indeed broad and profound!
Many of us in Fu Sang feel that the tea ceremony only exists in Fu Sang, and the tea ceremony in China has no foundation. Today, it can be considered an eye-opener. "
This was the man she liked. Not only did she admire him in terms of martial arts, even his inner cultivation was able to communicate with her.
After chatting for a while, Oda Hui Hai and the other judges were sent away by Ning Zimo.
Ning Zimo changed into her usual home clothes and asked Zhao Zhong to arrange a lunch before arriving in front of Ye Fan and Du Yun'er.
"Ye Fan, aren't you going to introduce me to who this beauty is?"
Ye Fan remembered that he didn't even have the time to introduce her, so he said, "Her name is Du Yun'er, I met her in the orphanage when I was young. She can be considered my closest little sister."
"Oh... I've heard you mention it a few times." Ning Zimo straightforwardly extended her hand, "Hello, my name is Ning Zimo, I'm the Lady Boss here."
This was the first time Du Yun'er had seen such a beautiful and meaningful woman. She felt a little inferior and reached out to shake hands with Ning Zimo.
"Miss Ning..." Your name is really nice to hear … "
Just as she finished speaking, Du Yun'er suddenly thought of something. Her delicate body trembled and her bright eyes opened wide, "Miss Ning … You. Your name …"
"What's wrong with my name?" Ning Zimo didn't understand.
Ye Fan chuckled and said, "Yun'er, the Ning'er in front of you is the president of the Purple Bamboo Forest. How is it? Does she look the same as the big sister of the gang you imagined?"
Du Yun'er felt that her legs were already weak. She looked at the man with grievance and resentment. The contrast between her image and her identity was too great!
After rolling her eyes at the man, she took the initiative to step forward and hold Du Yun'er's hand, "Little sister Yun'er, don't be afraid. Although our Purple Bamboo Forest is an underground gang, ever since I took office, I have never touched drugs or human trafficking.
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