Wu Xue and Lin Wanqing knew Ye Fan's character and knew that he would definitely not have anything happen to Suwu Caiko.

However, the other party obviously does not have any good intentions and must have a certain purpose.

Ye Fan followed Suwu Caiko from the theme banquet and went to a private room downstairs.

Although the tea ceremony of the island country plagiarizes the tea ceremony of China, the regulations still have their own ethnic characteristics.

Most aristocratic women can practice tea ceremony, and Ayako is no exception.

She knelt down in front of the tea seat, skillfully brewing the delicious Biluochun.

Green tea is light and the aroma fills your nose.

"Mr. Ye, please."

Sugo Ayako gently grabbed the rim of the white porcelain cup with three fingers, took a small sip, and looked over quickly.

I saw Ye Fan picked up the tea cup and drank it all in one breath regardless of the boiling water!

Caiko frowned slightly.

The island country believes in the tea ceremony and respects it very much, even giving it a soul.

However, Ye Fan drank tea rudely and in a rough way, ruining this pot of good tea.

Ye Fan naturally felt that Cai Zi disliked him, so he simply took out the cigarette, tapped his finger lightly, and the cigarette flew straight up.

A lighter suddenly appeared in the other hand, flames ignited, and the cigarette butt in the air was lit.

When the cigarette fell, Ye Fan retracted his fingers, caught the cigarette holder, and put it into his mouth.

Suddenly, smoke curled up, and the cigarette butt flashed brightly and sometimes darkly, with a red light.

Ye Fan's entire movements are smooth and smooth, pleasing to the eye and extremely cool.

Suwu Ayako frowned deeper and deeper, and moved the ashtray in front of Ye Fan back.

"Thank you!"

After Ye Fan took a few puffs of cigarette, he dusted his middle finger.

A ball of cigarette ash with sparks crossed a distance of half a meter, accurately landed in the ashtray and dispersed without spilling at all.

"Mr. Ye, are you not interested in tea?" Caizi asked in a low voice.

"That's not true." Ye Fan smiled, "I'm just a little disappointed."

"Huh?" Caizi was puzzled, "I wonder where I let Mr. Ye down?"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not referring to Miss Caizi." Ye Fan nodded at the teacup in front of him.

“I have always thought that the tea art of island countries adds its own flavor to our Chinese tea ceremony, which will give it a unique flavor.

It's a pity, it's a pity that your ancestors only learned the same way and went back, but lost the soul of tea!"

"Oh? Mr. Ye, do you think the tea art of our island country is beyond your imagination?" Suwu Caiko smiled faintly, "In that case, please Mr. Ye, try this pot again."

Saying that, Sugo Ayako took out another box of tea leaves, held her breath and followed the steps carefully.

This time, the tea she put was top-quality green tea. As soon as the hot water entered the teacup, a strange aroma condensed.

Her technique was very gentle and skillful. After a while, she brewed the tea leaves and poured a cup for Ye Fan.

"Mr. Ye, please!"

Sugo Ayako stretched out her hand to signal.

Ye Fan did not drink it all in one gulp like he did just now, but let the tea sizzle in his mouth.

Suwu Ayako was full of expectations, waiting for Ye Fan's eyes to shine and then he shouted loudly.

However, the water in the teapot was cold and no sound was heard.

Ye Fan drank the tea and continued to hold the cigarette. He neither said yes nor bad, as if he was drinking just boiled water.

Sugo Ayako wanted to calm down her mood, filled another cup and drank it all, waiting patiently for Ye Fan to enjoy the aftertaste of the island country's tea art.

As a result, Ye Fan finished smoking a whole cigarette and still didn't speak.

Sugo Caiko couldn't sit still and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Ye, how do you feel?"

"Oh, it's not bad this time."

Having said that, even a fool can hear the carelessness in Ye Fan's words.

Sugo Ayako was angry and had long forgotten what her father had told her. She hummed in a deep voice: "It seems that Mr. Ye has some experience in tea ceremony!"

"It's natural." Ye Fan nodded, "Our Chinese tea ceremony has a history of five thousand years. Your island country just learned it secretly from our Chinese in the 13th century. I don't need to explain the difference, right?"

Suwu Caizi was unwilling to accept it and said with a cold laugh: "Mr. Ye said this, obviously he is very confident in the Chinese tea ceremony. In your opinion, how should this pot of tea be brewed?"

Ye Fan didn't think much and blurted out: "Wash the cup, pour the tea, brew, pour the tea, identify the color, smell the aroma, and the next step is to taste the tea."

This is the normal process of making tea, as anyone who has studied tea art will know.

However, everyone's tea tastes completely different.

Sugo Ayako took a deep breath, "Then Mr. Ye, can you give me a demonstration?"

"Are you sure?" Ye Fan smiled weirdly, "Aren't you afraid that after watching my demonstration, your tea ceremony will be affected?"

"I'll wait and see!"

"Okay." Ye Fan laughed.

When it comes to traditional Chinese culture, music, chess, calligraphy and painting are the essence, but tea is by no means lower than the above four.

Ye Fan has been influenced by his father since he was a child and has studied tea ceremony deeply. If he could name it, it would not be an exaggeration to call him an expert.

Although he has never made a good cup of tea, has he never eaten pork and seen a pig run away?

Ye Fan moved his hands and feet with great interest: "Then I will make a good tea for Miss Caizi."

He poured out the leftover tea, grabbed a handful of fresh-colored subway Guanyin tea leaves and threw them into the pot.

When the tea leaves hit the bottom of the pot, you can hear a soft "dang-dang" sound.

Ye Fan nodded and couldn't help but praise: "This tea has green sand, bright red spots, white frost on the leaves, tight knots, and heavy leaves. It is really top quality."

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand, grabbed the freshly boiled electric kettle and rushed in.

Hold the pot body tightly with the thumb and ring finger of your left hand, hold the lid with your index and middle fingers, slowly pour down the water for washing the tea leaves, and then brew again.

"Ding!"

Then, Ye Fan tapped his finger, and the lid of the pot spun away from the pot body and flew into the air.

His hands cooperated seamlessly, and in an instant, the hot water was filled with it. His movements were extremely fast and dizzying.

When the hot water is level with the mouth of the pot, the lid just falls down.

Immediately, Ye Fan lowered his hand slightly, and the lid was firmly placed on it without making any sound.

After less than half a minute, Ye Fan felt that the heat was enough. He raised his palm and pressed the pot down. A long stream of tea poured out, like a waterfall, and fell into the small tea cup.

Ye Fan's timing was very accurate. When it was about eight minutes full, he gently pushed it away, and the tea flew into another cup without spilling even a little bit.

The cup is steaming hot, the tea soup is golden in color, rich and clear, and the rich aroma is coming to your nostrils.

From the beginning to the end, Ye Fan made no mistakes. He made the tea neatly and neatly, and his movements were graceful and elegant. He was extremely calm at the same time.

Sugo Ayako was dumbfounded, and her understanding of the Chinese tea ceremony rose to n levels.

"Miss Caizi, please taste it." Ye Fan held a teapot in his left hand, a hot water bottle in his right hand, and a lit cigarette in his mouth.

The golden yellow liquid exudes bursts of aroma in the cup, like a pool of exotic hot springs, which makes people intoxicated.

Sugo Caiko nodded, "Please."

She picked up the teacup, put it to her nose and sniffed it, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"It is intoxicating and refreshing. It is indeed the best tea. I didn't expect that my tea would be so delicious!"

Sugo Ayako finished the cup, rolled his tongue lightly, savoring the aftertaste, and let out a long sigh.

"Mellow, sweet and fresh, with endless charm. Mr. Ye, the little girl is willing to give in!"

"You can teach me, boy." Ye Fan smiled and smoked a cigarette, "You are much more enlightened than that Suwu Tengyuan, and you will have a bright future!"

Suwu Caiko has nothing to say.

Regardless of the identity and status of the other party, this tea ceremony alone was enough to impress her.

The brewing time of this tea is excellent, just enough to allow the tea flavor to completely dissipate.

The leaves are neither tender nor old, and the tea has a long-lasting flavor.

If you are not a master of tea ceremony, you will never be able to brew such a good tea, which is at least a hundred times better than what Sugo Ayako brewed.

Sugo Caiko put away her disdain and saw Ye Fan drinking tea just like a cow. In fact, the other party didn't look down on her craftsmanship at all.

It's a shame to be thrown abroad!

Don't think this is just a tea-making exchange, in fact, the momentum and qualitative nature of both parties have been taken into consideration.
To be continued...