The two of them didn't say anything, just stared. Zhang Yu was stared at so hard that he couldn't sit still.
"Well, Master, Principal Yuan, why are you two silent?"
"Why, are you staring at me?"
Only then did Principal Yuan realize that he was acting aggressively. Nothing had happened yet. It was rude to stare like this.
"Oh, I think you are a very talented young man. The two verses you just mentioned are very appropriate metaphors."
"It seems that you are also a person who reads poetry and books!"
These two sentences made Zhang Yu feel ashamed.
"No, no, I just said it casually. It's not as exaggerated as you said."
"I just heard Miss Yuan's name, and these two lines of poetry came to mind, and I said them smoothly."
Zhang Yu still knows how much he weighs. In his two lifetimes, he has never been a person who loves to learn. He has long forgotten all those 300 Tang poems and Song lyrics.
Principal Yuan didn't want Zhang Yu to get rid of him so easily. He wasn't so timid when he flirted with the girl.
"Young man, you are good at everything, but you are too humble. Just like the tea you make, this skill is not something that ordinary people can master."
"Young people must be passionate and energetic. If you have any good talents, you must show them and show them to others."
"Just like Li Bai in the Tang Dynasty, he just wanted the world to know how unique his poems were."
"He mentioned in a poem that one day the big roc rises with the wind, what is it and what is the next sentence? Look at my brain, why can't I remember it when it comes to my mouth?"
Principal Yuan pretended to have lost his memory and glanced at Zhang Yu.
This sentence is too obvious. Zhang Yu doesn’t believe that Principal Yuan would forget such a classic poem.
Looking at that little look, it’s clear that you are letting yourself speak.
"The next sentence is, soaring ninety thousand miles."
"Yes, yes, that's it. One day the roc rises with the wind and soars ninety thousand miles."
Zhang Yu lowered his head and couldn't help but roll his eyes. His acting skills were not even as good as Kun Kun.
I was fine just now, but now, why am I still acting? I can’t become an acting teacher with this kind of acting skills.
Zhang Yu felt that Principal Yuan seemed to be flattering him intentionally.
Glancing at the master, Master Ma was very happy at the moment. This was really unintentional.
I was chatting with my old man about his daughter just now, but she just came back without finding her, so Zhang Yu flirted with her instead.
Look, isn't this just fate? This fate is so rare that it can only be encountered but cannot be sought.
Master Ma didn't hear at all that the old man was making things difficult for his apprentice. Instead, he felt that this boy was so talented that he didn't expect to be able to read poetry.
Being able to chat with Lao Yuan fluently is a great bonus.
"Dad, Uncle Ma, what are you talking about."
Yuan Mengyi went back to the house to comfort her younger brothers and sisters, and changed into beautiful clothes. As soon as she left the house, she heard her father discussing poetry with the boy.
After all, we weren’t familiar with each other, so I was embarrassed to mention boys when I spoke, so I only mentioned dad and Uncle Ma.
Master Ma raised his head and looked at his daughter. She even changed her clothes. The meaning of this and this was too obvious. She was obviously interested in his boy.
"Hey, girl, come out, come on, sit down quickly and try the tea Xiaoyu made. Your dad keeps praising how delicious it is."
Principal Yuan widened his eyes and looked at this shameless old man, this shameless old man, how could he chat like this?
What do you care? You just said it and you didn’t admit it?
I didn’t see your daughter being interested in the boy.
Pretending not to notice, Master Ma pointed to the stool next to Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu quickly stood up, helped pull out the stool, and wiped the stool with his hand.
"Ms. Yuan, please sit down."
"Thank you."
Although Mengyi's face was blushing, she still sat on the stool generously, showing her ladylike temperament.
Zhang Yu took the tea cup from the table next to him and filled Meng Yi with tea.
Then I sat down on the stool. In order to prevent girls from being disgusted by sitting too close to each other, I quietly moved the stool to the side to leave room for them.
This kind of gentlemanly demeanor made Mengyi's favorable impression even deeper.
Principal Yuan is also satisfied with Zhang Yu's approach and knows how to maintain distance.
Master Ma hates the fact that iron cannot become steel. I’ll give you a chance, but you don’t want it. It’s great to sit next to each other, so why bother moving the stool?
"Miss Yuan, try the tea I made. I wonder if it suits your taste."
Zhang Yu extended his hand to invite Yuan Mengyi to taste his tea.
"Mr. Zhang, just call me Miss Yuan. Just call me Mengyi. My family and friends all call me that."
This kind of title made Yuan Mengyi feel that there was a sense of distance between the two, which was quite uncomfortable.
"Okay Mengyi, don't call me Mr. Zhang. Just call me Xiaoyu. People around me also call me that."
"Come on, have a taste of the tea."
Zhang Yu also raised his tea cup and took a sip with Mengyi.
Mengyi's eyes widened, it tasted delicious!
This is the first time I drink such fragrant tea, and the aftertaste is slightly sweet.
There is a father who loves tea at home, and the children at home will also be immersed in tea knowledge.
This taste, as soon as you drink it, you will know that this is our own Rizhao green tea.
However, the taste is not the same as the one made by my father. It can be clearly distinguished.
Watching the interaction between the two, Principal Yuan seemed to hear the sound of his heart breaking.
It is as if you are seeing the flowers you have raised. Starting from the flower bones, you have carefully cared for them, watered and fertilized them, and cultivated them for more than 20 years. Finally, when they are in their prime, you can even put the flowers in their pots.
Gone.
"How is it? Does it taste good?"
Zhang Yu saw the girl put down her tea cup and asked.
"Well, it tastes good. It's the first time I've tasted tea with this flavor. It's very fragrant and leaves a slight aftertaste."
"Did you use a special technique to soak this?"
The scent of tea immediately filled the girl's heart with curiosity.
This makes the girl more curious about Zhang Yu's career.
"Hey, Mengyi, how can you ask about such a private matter? It's not polite!"
Principal Yuan Zhang quickly ended the topic. As a man, he knows how dangerous it is for a girl to be curious about a boy.
Mengyi glanced at her father in confusion, wondering why he was acting weird.
You didn’t say anything at all, why did you say you were rude?
"It's okay, Principal Yuan, my method is the public method, there is nothing private."
"Since Mengyi wants to watch it, I'll make a new pot of tea just in time to share my techniques and experiences."
After Zhang Yu finished speaking, he went out with the tea, poured out the tea and tea leaves, returned to the room, and started making tea again.
With curiosity, Mengyi got up and followed Zhang Yu, helping Zhang Yu open the seal.
Zhang Yu glanced at the girl and said thank you softly.
Before Zhang Yu came in, he specially washed his hands in the sink to avoid scratching them for a while, which would cause the tea to taste bad.
The next step is to make tea smoothly, warm the pot, heat the cup, take the tea and put it in. The technique is simple, mainly so that the girl can keep up with the rhythm.
It seems simple, but the control of rhythm is the most important. The smooth technique lets girls know that serious men are so attractive.