Ye Xingchen sneered in his heart. Although he was not interested in these things, his old man was good at tea ceremony. As long as there were varieties in the world, he had collected them. Ye Xingchen was somewhat exaggerated. He picked up the tea cup and tasted it gently.
After one sip, I just felt a spleen-friendly fragrance pouring into my stomach, and the entrance was sweet, which was different from ordinary green tea and black tea.
"This should be Sichuan's Mengding tea. The yellow buds of Mengding Mountain are picked during the spring equinox. When about 10% of the bud scales on the tea tree unfold, the garden can be opened. Choose fat buds and one bud.
A bud that has just begun to unfold. The buds are required to be fat and even, with 0.8-10,000 buds per 500g. When picking, strictly follow the "five no-picks" rule. The quality characteristics of Mengding tea are its straight shape and bright yellow color.
, the buds are exposed, the sweet aroma is rich, the soup is yellow and bright, the taste is fresh and sweet, the buds are all at the bottom of the leaves, the tender yellow color is uniform, it is the best among Mengding teas..." Ye Xingchen said a lot in one breath, and it was right.
Su Yun's face changed with surprise. When he thought about it, how could a guy like Ye Xingchen, who only knew about wine and sex, know about tea? But now, not only did he know, but he also knew it in such detail. Why didn't this surprise him? It seemed like he
Did you really underestimate this guy?
"It seems that you also have a deep understanding of tea ceremony. How about your calligraphy?" Su Yun nodded gently. Coming from a scholar's family, he was very concerned about whether his son-in-law knew about tea.
He didn't care, he didn't want to marry his daughter to a barbarian who didn't understand culture at all.
"Haha, I just know a little bit about calligraphy. As for calligraphy, I practiced it with my father when I was a child, so I know a little bit about it..." Ye Xingchen had a modest smile on his face, but he was cursing in his heart.
I rely on you md. I am immortal, so what if I am proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting? In this world, can having these be enough to protect Su Shan? md, if it weren’t for Su Shan’s sake, the young master would just call someone
Flatten here.
Ye Xingchen felt aggrieved. Even the old man in his family would not force him to do something he didn't want to do, but now this guy wants to test his own literature. Isn't this deliberately making things difficult for him? If he really likes literature,
How could he go to fight in the arena?
"Well, I have a couplet here, why don't you come and write it?" Su Yun looked like an old master, and Ye Xingchen looked very angry.
Couplets, holy shit, I still have couplets. I'm not a scholar from ancient times. What should I do with the couplets?
However, when things got to this point, Ye Xingchen could only bite the bullet and stood up from the chair. He tried to keep a humble expression on his face and carefully came to the Eight Immortals table in front of Su Yun.
On a piece of paper, five big characters were neatly written on it: "The single moon shines on the mountains!" The handwriting was sonorous and powerful, and there was a sense of otherworldly immortality between the words, which made Ye Xingchen feel relaxed and happy.
I didn't expect that this old guy was a bit old-fashioned. He wrote this character really well, but how should I pair this couplet? Damn it, the old man never taught me how to pair couplets.
A single moon shines over a group of mountains. Isn’t it just one? The moon is a noun, and this shine can match it. This group also means many. Hey, there are...
Ye Xingchen suddenly remembered a saying he often heard in his mind. He picked up the brush on the table and wrote five big characters in a blur.
Su Yun saw Ye Xingchen's natural demeanor and a confident smile on his face. He couldn't help but be startled. Could it be that this kid is really talented? Looking down at the big characters written by Ye Xingchen, although they were not as outstanding as his own
Chen Chen is not pretty, but his handwriting is full of flamboyance and domineering. He is indeed an arrogant guy, but this... what did he write? This "Ten Finger Cover Twin Peaks"...
This seems to be barely correct, but how can these ten fingers cover the twin peaks? He is not an ancient god, so what can he use to cover them?
"The words match each other fairly well, but isn't the meaning you want to express a bit too exaggerated? How can you cover the twin peaks with your ten fingers?" Su Yun asked in confusion.
"Why not? Can't a man's hands still cover a woman's breasts?" Ye Xingchen was proud of the five flying Chinese characters he had written. He hadn't practiced calligraphy for so long, but he didn't expect that he still hadn't regressed at all.
Ah, it seems that I am really a genius. When I heard Su Yun's question, I answered naturally.
"You...you...you are disgraceful..." After hearing Ye Xingchen's explanation, Su Yun's face, which had already softened, suddenly turned purple with anger. After a good couplet, he actually said this*
The second line, why doesn't this make him angry?
"Is it insulting to be polite?" Ye Xingchen was stunned for a moment before he realized what he had just said. He couldn't help but blush, and quickly explained: "Uncle, you have misunderstood. What I mean is that ordinary people need ten fingers to cover it.
"Shuangfeng, for a person like you, one hand is enough..." Ye Xingchen didn't explain it, but Su Yun was so angry that he trembled all over. He wanted to scold Ye Xingchen, but for a moment he couldn't.
Knowing what to say, he was so angry that he spurted blood from his mouth and fainted...
"Yeah, yeah...Uncle, what's wrong with you? Is it because the boy's handwriting is so good that you were hit? In fact, you can't blame the boy. The boy had already withheld his hand just now..." Ye
Seeing that Su Yun fainted from anger, Xingchen immediately ran over, supported Su Yun, and started shouting unscrupulously.
"Plop..." Su Yun, who had already fainted, was so angry that Ye Xingchen said this that he woke up and spurted out three mouthfuls of blood in a row. The spurts were spectacular at first, and unrestrained at others. It seemed that the blood was just
As cheap as boiled water.
He was really depressed. What does it mean to be hit? What does it mean to keep one's hand? My calligraphy, which I have practiced hard for many years, is not as good as yours.
"That's all, that's all, you can do whatever you want. As long as you treat my Shan'er well, what else does it matter?" Su Yun knew that if he continued to argue with Ye Xingchen, he would be angry to death.
So I could only agree.
Seeing that Su Yun actually agreed to his and Susan's affairs, Ye Xingchen felt happy. His dissatisfaction with Su Yun disappeared instantly. He took three steps back and knelt down towards Su Yun with a pop.
Before Su Yun could react, he kowtowed to Su Yun three times in succession and said with great gratitude, "Thank you, uncle, for helping me. My son-in-law is willing to guarantee it with his life, but he will not let Sister Su suffer any pain!" This is completely true.
Words from the heart. When he said this, Ye Xingchen's eyes flashed with determination that he had never seen before. Only he understood how much Susan had paid for him. Now, Su Yun finally agreed to the two of them.
The mountain that had been weighing on Susan's heart finally disappeared, which made him feel grateful.
Seeing Ye Xingchen's sincere eyes, Su Yun sighed slightly in his heart. He understood that this was Ye Xingchen's gratitude from the bottom of his heart. His feelings for Susan were also sincere, and his prejudice against him was indeed too great.