With the sound of "Pu Pu Pu", the water in the earthen urn that Yuan Zhou had placed on the red clay stove began to boil.
"You have to pay attention to the temperature of the cup when making tea," Yuan Zhou said while taking down the urn.
"Um." Mu Xiaoyun enjoyed learning from Yuan Zhou. She looked at Yuan Zhou's hands without blinking.
"Hua La", with the slight sound of water, Yuan Zhou directly rinsed the glass tea-washing utensils. Of course, he didn't forget to wash the precious Egg-Screen Thin Cup.
When the water was poured out, it emitted a little steam and smelled a faint fragrance.
"Boss Yuan seems to be a professional in making tea," Mu Xiaoyun thought proudly.
This was also the first time that Mu Xiaoyun had seen Yuan Zhou make tea. She had thought that Yuan Zhou didn't know how to make tea. After all, when she was here, the grandpa had made a lot of noise because the Keemun black tea was used to boil Herbal Tea Eggs.
At that time, the grandpa had pointed at Yuan Zhou's nose and said, "You brat, you are a reckless waste of God's gift. You don't know how to drink tea!"
"Boss Yuan really knows everything," Mu Xiaoyun looked at the earnest Yuan Zhou and thought inwardly.
Yuan Zhou was meticulously warming the cup with the top-grade water, the most suitable water for making tea, the Bamboo Drip Water.
Lu Yu had once said in the Classic of Tea, "The water used to make tea is top-grade, the river water is mid-grade, and the well water is low-grade."
In the Tang Dynasty, Zhang Youxin listed the water curtain of the Kangwang Valley on Mount Lu as the best, the spring water of Mount Hui in Wuxi as the second, and the water of Lanxi Stone in Ji Zhou as the third.
As for the Bamboo Drip Water, it came from the Song Dynasty. At that time, tea competitions were popular among the literati.
Therefore, apart from the top-grade tea, the utensils used to make the tea and the water used to make the tea had to be of the best quality. Only in this way could they complement each other.
"Hua La." Yuan Zhou poured out all the remaining water in the cup.
"Boss Yuan, why are they all down?" Mu Xiaoyun tilted her head and looked at Yuan Zhou in confusion.
"Because I've just boiled the water to the boiling point. That way, the water will lose oxygen and it won't taste good." Yuan Zhou was quite patient with the little girl who didn't work. He explained to her carefully.
"Oh, oh." Mu Xiaoyun took the lead, but she didn't understand.
After all, she didn't know how to make tea. What the hell was that? But this didn't stop Mu Xiaoyun from thinking that Yuan Zhou was very good.
He poured fresh bamboo water into the pot and placed it on the charcoal fire to boil the water.
This time, Yuan Zhou watched the fire closely. When the water began to boil and turn into crab eye bubbles, he directly took down the red clay stove and began to make tea.
"Hua Hua". This time, Yuan Zhou brewed the tea in a glass cup. This time, he used the special glass cup of the old brand, Fuguang, which was specially made for making tea. Its transparency and transparency were beyond imagination.
As soon as the water was poured in, the Longjing before the Brightness Festival first floated up and then slowly sank. During the process of sinking, it was like a delicate beauty, spinning and dancing and then slowly falling to the bottom of the cup.
Her posture was graceful and graceful. Moreover, she slowly emitted a delicate fragrance. As the tea gradually spread out in the cup, a flag and a spear rose and fell up and down. The bright green color of the tea made the fragrance more and more intense.
Before drinking it, the tea lovers were already intoxicated. After all, it was the Longjing before the Brightness Festival, the Longjing before the Brightness from the 18 tea trees provided by the emperor.
"It looks so beautiful." Mu Xiaoyun looked at the beautiful green leaves in the cup and said.
"It's indeed beautiful." Yuan Zhou nodded his head solemnly.
The two people appreciated it quietly for a while and then Yuan Zhou said again.
"Okay. You can drink it now." Yuan Zhou said.
"Um." Mu Xiaoyun picked up the teacup in front of her very cleverly and waited for Yuan Zhou to pour the tea for her.
"Little girl, you are very sensible." Yuan Zhou praised.
"Brother Yuan is also very young." Mu Xiaoyun stuck out her tongue and said mischievously.
"Um. Yes." Yuan Zhou nodded his head, pretending to be serious.
As for the matter that everyone called Yuan Zhou Uncle, he had selectively forgotten about it.
"Ah. Hiss." Mu Xiaoyun picked up the teacup and drank a mouthful directly.
"It's so bitter." Mu Xiaoyun's fair face wrinkled and said discontentedly.
Just when Yuan Zhou was about to make fun of Mu Xiaoyun, he was interrupted by a loud voice.
"Bitter? If it's bitter, then give me a cup. I'm not afraid of bitterness! I especially like bitter things. "The words were said resolutely and decisively.
Mu Xiaoyun and Yuan Zhou turned their heads at the same time and looked at the middle-aged uncle who had an earnest look on his face.
The man was dressed in a black suit with a neat white shirt inside. He wore a tie and black leather shoes on his feet. He looked quite spirited and was about 50 years old. He stared at Mu Xiaoyun's teacup fixedly and revealed a look of pity and annoyance from time to time.
"You are?" Yuan Zhou stood up and stood in front of Mu Xiaoyun.
"Boss Yuan, are you selling this tea?" The man obviously knew Yuan Zhou, but Yuan Zhou still didn't remember him.
"No." Yuan Zhou said straightforwardly.
"Not selling? Why don't you sell such a good tea? Sell some, sell some. "The middle-aged man craned his head in front of Yuan Zhou and stared at the tea set.
"The tea is indeed not for sale." After saying that, Yuan Zhou sat down straightforwardly.
Yuan Zhou also found out that this man behaved so eagerly for the Pre-Ming Tea on the table, which was similar to the grandpa who almost fought with Yuan Zhou for the Keemun black tea. He should be a tea lover.
This man was Division Chief Lin of the tax bureau. He passed by today and thought of coming to Yuanzhou shop to have a look. He had only been here twice in total and this was the third time. He just wanted to show his concern for the big taxpayer.
However, as soon as he walked 100 meters into the side street, Division Chief Lin keenly sensed that someone was making tea.
Nowadays, all the officials liked to drink tea, raise some birds, and raise some flowers to show their elegance. Unfortunately, Division Chief Lin liked tea very much, so that his ability to smell tea was almost as good as Chu Xiao's, who had a special nose, although he couldn't smell anything else.
Following the fragrance of the tea, Division Chief Lin directly arrived at the door of Yuanzhou shop. As soon as he arrived, he heard Mu Xiaoyun complaining that the tea was too bitter.
Then, Division Chief Lin couldn't care less about anything else. The little girl was afraid of bitterness, but he wasn't. He had never heard of such a good green tea.
"It's okay if you don't want to sell it. Boss Yuan, please buy me a cup. Just one cup." If it were any other time, Division Chief Lin was still concerned about his reputation and wouldn't say that. However, the more he looked at the tea in front of him, the more his heart itched. This was the top-grade Longjing tea that he had never tasted before. He could regain his reputation tomorrow.
"Uncle, do you want to drink tea?" Mu Xiaoyun asked in a very obedient manner.
"Yeah. I don't like anything else but tea. The Longjing tea smells like the Pre-Ming Tea Longjing tea." Division Chief Lin didn't even raise his eyes. He just stared at the graceful green tea in the glass cup and said.
"You have to ask Boss Yuan. But Boss Yuan is also called Compass." Mu Xiaoyun smiled mischievously.
Of course, Mu Xiaoyun could tell that Yuan Zhou didn't dislike this person. Therefore, she said so.
"It's indeed the Pre-Ming Tea Longjing tea." Yuan Zhou took a look at Mu Xiaoyun solemnly and then answered seriously.
Of course, Yuan Zhou didn't say the two words "tribute tea" out of kindness.
"This old man is so pitiful. It's the first time for me to see the Pre-Ming Tea Longjing tea, let alone drink it. Young brother, can you let me taste a cup of it?" Division Chief Lin was quite old, but he was quite skilled in buying pity.
He just didn't know if it was because of the training when he needed funds.
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