Chapter 323: What about bending a bow to shoot a giant eagle, and what about the wind blowing over a high hill?
He didn't know where the Pu'er tea was good! He Huan thought about it. Team Leader Su sat there making tea every day. The tea was good, so he called Su Xiaomei.
Amelia Su picked up immediately.
"Team Leader Su, where did you buy that tea?"
Su Xiaomei paused for a moment, "You want to drink tea? Then come to Paoma Mountain!"
He Huan smiled and said: "No, my tourists want it."
"Mr. Qinghu, Po Qingxuxuan. Get off the car at the entrance of the alley, walk a little further, and you'll see the boss, Fang Qingxu."
After hearing this, He Huan was looking forward to it!
"Okay, thank you, Team Leader Su."
He Huan asked the sister at the front desk to help call a taxi.
It came soon, and the man got in first, "Qinghu."
"Boss, are you visiting Spring City?"
He Huan got in and looked at Xiao Bailong. The driver stopped talking.
These drivers who cooperate with the hotel are naturally not only soliciting customers, they are also masters of observing people's behavior. As long as you are from out of town and show where you want to go, he can always recommend food and entertainment to you.
But when meeting tour guides, they usually don't speak.
The car was parked at Mr. Slope, and the two of them got out of the car and walked up the alley.
Not long after, I saw an old stone house with two wooden doors.
While others hung signs on the door, he inscribed the word "Qingxu" vertically on the yellowed door frame, which was elegant and elegant. At first glance, he showed that he was a somewhat noble and elegant person at heart.
It's not like Qingfeng Lai, a tourist store with a high-door compound that is very intimidating, nor is it other dazzling chain stores. I have been to Qinghu many times, but I didn't know that there is such a small shop and an elegant person hidden here.
The two of them stepped in. The middle-aged man behind the tea table raised his head, wearing glasses and looking gentle. He was slightly stunned and said, "Little White Dragon!"
"Mr. Fang."
Hearing him call him sir instead of boss, Fang Qingxu stood up with a smile.
"Team Leader Su said your tea is good, Mr. Fang, please make a few brews and let us have a try."
"Okay, please." Fang Qingxu motioned for them to sit down opposite the tea table.
"Would you like to drink raw or cooked Pu'er?"
He Huan looked at the man, who said, "Boss, please give me a try."
"good."
Judging from the person Xiao Bailong brought, he must be a rich person, so there is no need to bring out ordinary tea.
I directly took the famous village level and pried it a little inside.
Pour it for them.
The two of them picked up the cup. The soup was bright yellow in color and fragrant. They took a sip. It was light and slightly astringent and soft in the throat.
"What a great tea!" the man said.
Fang Qingxu smiled.
The man looked at Xiao Bailong and wanted to ask for his opinion. Fang Qingxu also looked at Xiao Bailong.
He Huan also picked up the teacup and took a sip.
Full guide: Raw tea from Dazhai, Jingmai, Pu'er tea area, six years ago.
"That's right." He Huan said, "I don't drink tea often, so I would like to ask Mr. Fang to introduce me."
"This is Jingmai raw tea, six years old."
He Huan nodded, just as Director Quan said.
They came not to drink tea, but to buy tea. Fang Qingxu gave them another taste of cooked tea.
"This is Yiwu cooked tea." Fang Qingxu said, "Please."
He Huan picked it up and took a sip. A hint of aroma burst out from the mellow taste, and it was soft and sweet. It was very delicious.
"Bend the bow." He Huan said.
Fang Qingxu's eyes widened in surprise, with a smile in his eyes. What does it mean to make friends over tea? What does it mean to meet a bosom friend over wine?
He quickly picked up a cake of tea, took a new teapot, poked off a piece, brewed it, poured him a cup, and said impatiently: "Try this."
Seeing that the man's saliva was about to flow from his eyes, Fang Qingxu poured him another glass perfunctorily and stared at Xiao Bailong closely.
He Huan took a sip and said, "It's windy."
Fang Qing smiled from both sides of his face and went straight up to his brows. He drank tea to the point where he could tell which village he was drinking, it was truly unique! The master of tea! He was actually a child! Unbelievable!
The man asked anxiously: "What's the matter of bending the bow and what's the wind blowing? What are you talking about?" It felt like they were discussing martial arts secrets, what's the matter of bending the bow to shoot a giant eagle, and what's the matter of the wind blowing across a high hill!
Seeing his confused look, Mr. Fang smiled.
He Huan also smiled and said: "Bending the bow and blowing the wind is the name of the village."
The man's eyes widened, "You can drink it from any village?"
He also picked up the two glasses in front of him, took a sip from one, sipped it for a long time, and raised his eyebrows, "What's the difference?"
Mr. Fang burst out laughing, "The tastes of villages adjacent to each other on the same mountain are very similar! I'm afraid only Xiao Bailong can tell the difference."
The man turned to look at the magical little white dragon!
He Huan smiled and said enigmatically: "This subtle difference cannot be explained. It can only be felt but not expressed in words."
Mr. Fang nodded, that's the truth. It's hard to describe. Only people who know tea can understand it.
"Xiao Bailong, you said you don't drink often?"
No wonder Mr. Fang is surprised, after all, he is still young! And where can a student drink tea of this level? He is shooting himself in the foot!
"Ah!" He Huan smiled, "The main reason is that I often run around and they often invite me to drink tea. After drinking it back and forth, I feel a little bit better."
Mr. Fang said with a smile: "What do you mean, you have some sense? You are an expert! No! Much better than those experts who help companies hype up! You should go to the Pu'er tea tasting conference. The grade you identify must be the most reliable!"
"Please." Mr. Fang ordered a little bit in the cup on his left and extended his hand to signal.
He Huan took another sip and said, "The big tree is blown by the wind."
Mr. Fang's eyes were shining and he added a little more to the other cup. He Huan took another sip and said, "Wan Gong Xiaoshu."
Mr. Fang added a little more to him and extended his hand to signal.
Originally I should have said it all in the first mouthful, but now I have to release it bit by bit without being too exaggerated!
He Huan each took another sip and rolled it around under his tongue, also wanting to remember the taste.
"It takes five years for a big tree to be blown by the wind, and nine years for a small tree to have its bow bowed."
Mr. Fang was smiling all over his face, "You can drink tea from a village, year, or tea tree. I've never seen it before! Where have you drank it before? I drink it every day, but I can only tell which mountain it comes from.
If I hadn't gone to the village to collect this myself, I wouldn't be sure. I also bought some from the market. I really want to take them all out for you to try and see if they lied to me."
He Huan also had a smile on his face. Is it too much? Is the Pu'er tea expert really not as good as him?
Fang Qing felt that he had met his confidant over tea, and got up and went upstairs. After a while, he came down with a box, took out a cake of tea, carefully opened a corner of the wrapping paper, and gently pried off a small piece.
Seeing his precious look, He Huan smiled, and couldn't help but have water on his tongue, wanting to drink it.
Finally, it was brewed. It looked like raw tea, but the color of the soup was very bright red.
After taking a sip, He Huan said: "I've been here for twenty years!"
"Yeah." Fang Qingxu smiled with a smile on his face.
"Wow!" He Huan took another sip, "Mr. Fang, do you sell this cake and tea?"
"Not for sale." Fang Qingxu quickly bagged the tea and put it back in the box.
He Huan said helplessly: "Then please don't give it to others. Next time I will bring someone to drink."
"Okay." Fang Qingxu said, "Don't tell Amelia Su, he has never drank this."
"Hahaha..." He Huan said with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Fang."
Fang Qingxu was also very happy. Drink a little of this antique tea and drink it sparingly. Of course, it should be reserved for people who understand it.
After slowly tasting the cup of fragrant and sweet Xigui, Fang Qingxu poured it for him again.
The man next to him was drooling and looking at them, didn't he deserve to drink? He silently pushed the cup forward.
Fang Qingxu looked at him. He really didn't understand tea. How could he drink such precious tea together?
I really don’t want to give him a drink, it’s a waste! One sip is one sip less!
But we couldn't let him just look at them, so we had to get him another cup and pour him a glass.
"Thank you, Mr. Fang!" The man quickly picked up the tea cup and tasted it slowly like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit for the second time. Then he looked confused, isn't this the same taste? What on earth are these two drinking?
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After drinking that cup, I didn’t dare to ask for it again. I’d better leave it to someone who understands it.
Thinking of Miss Long, He Huan's heart is as deep, soft and sweet as the past twenty years. She is twenty years old and was born in the same year as her. He must bring her to drink tea!
He Huan's eyes couldn't help but be filled with tenderness. Mr. Fang looked at him while sipping tea, and he was also as gentle as water.
When men look at them, they always feel that they are vulgar! They don’t understand them at all!
He Huan said: "Team Leader Su is right. Mr. Fang is an honest man who makes friends over tea."
"He won't tell." Fang Qing promised.
He Huan said with a smile: "It seems that he is really a friend of Team Leader Su. Team Leader Su does not speak easily or praise others easily. He enjoys good things by himself and does not like publicity."
Fang Qingxu also smiled, "Su Xiaomei's place uses a lot of tea. They are friends and customers. Every time I come to pick up tea, I have to drink enough before leaving."
This time, the man finally understood that Amelia Su was his confidante! Even his confidante gave him a cup of tea, but he actually gave it to Xiao Bailong!
Savoring tea slowly is much more comfortable than listening to the tea masters in Qingfenglai telling mysterious stories about production areas and grades.
After they finished drinking, the man looked at Xiao Bailong and said, "I have forgotten the taste of the drink. Xiao Bailong, please help me choose."
Fang Qingxu looked at him. It would be better to give the cup of tea he just gave him back to Amelia Su. What a waste!
He just mentioned villages, so He Huan had to explain to him, "Pu'er tea is divided into production area level, famous mountain level, and village level. To sum it up, there are one big river, three major production areas, seven major tea mountains, and ten famous villages.
Villages are divided into first-class, second-class and third-class famous villages according to taste and so on. The smaller the class, the better, and the older the tree, the better. Compared with artificial mass-produced platform tea, what we drink today are all wild teas."
"Then help me choose!"
“The famous village-level gifts are very high-end.”
"Well, then you can choose a few for me, either first-level or second-level, both raw and cooked, and give me ten cakes of each."
Fang Qingxu was stunned for a moment, "Do you want so much?"
"It won't go bad anyway. I drink it myself and give it away to others."
"I don't have that much!"
The man was stunned for a moment, "Then use others of the same level."
"No!"
The man was helpless and said, "Level 3 is fine too."
Fang Qingxu said: "If you can't tell the difference, you don't have to buy famous tea. There are many unknown ones with good taste, suitable for people who don't drink tea often, and the price is much cheaper."
He Huan said with a smile: "Mr. Fang is right, that's the truth."
"It's okay, it's okay." The man shook his head, "What you give as a gift must be of high quality, but if you package it for me according to the grade, I can't tell the difference myself. Then I will give the wrong gift."
He Huan said: "If you want to buy it, just buy it. Most of the Banzhang and Iceland teas that are popular in the market are Taiwan tea. At least Mr. Fang's place is real."
Fang Qingxu said with a smile: "It's all for speculation, there are only so many ancient trees, 90% of them are Taiwan tea, and everyone says they are Ban Zhang or Iceland!
In fact, many unknown mountains and villages are also good. You don’t need to talk about their reputation when you drink it yourself, as long as it’s smooth to the taste. If you drink it yourself, I’ll get you a few loaves of it, which is much cheaper.”
The man nodded happily, Xiao Bailong brought it, and he completely trusted it. Even though he didn't understand and couldn't tell the difference, it was really good when he drank it just now.
Fang Qingxu brought him tea, took out the handbags, wrote him notes and stuffed them into each bag.
He Huan smiled, this boss didn't know how to put on a high-profile package to bluff people.
Fang Qingxu also said: "I'm sorry. These are old friends of mine, so I just took it away."
"It's okay, I'll pack it up when I go back."
In the end, I collected thirty-four cakes of tea worth more than 20,000 yuan, which is really good compared to the price of tens of thousands for just one cake.
Fang Qingxu put all the bags into a cardboard box, and the man paid.
The Quangui Quality Inspection section lit up thirty-four lights.
He Huan was shocked! He almost forgot that he still had this function!