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Yang Lihua rolled her eyes at him charmingly and said, "Have you brought that fried tea over? I'll taste it first to see if it's really worth two thousand taels of gold."
"Of course I brought it." As he spoke, Wang Junlin took out a beautiful porcelain vase with fried tea in it.
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After a while, Yang Lihua put down the tea cup with a look of disgust.
Wang Junlin looked depressed. What made him embarrassed was that Chacha seemed to be ignored. From Chen Danying to Yang Lihua, everyone showed obvious dislike for Chacha. In order to take care of his face, Chen Danying would occasionally frown.
Frowning as if drinking medicine, she raised her neck and took a sip, and then uttered two unconscionable words of praise. When Yang Lihua was dating Wang Junlin, she often spoke without caring about Wang Junlin's feelings. She had always been very sincere, and it was the same this time.
Wang Junlin felt a little disappointed. It was obviously a good thing and had been proven by later generations. Why wasn't it accepted by people of this era?
However, he believed that Yang Lihua and Chen Danying were just a few, a very small number, and they were just not used to it at first.
In the evening of early summer, the weather in the capital was still a bit cool. A servant had set up a charcoal fire in the pavilion early. The two of them sat in the pavilion while blowing the night wind and warming themselves up to the charcoal fire. Wang Junlin was ready to train Yang Lihua on his love.
Interest in making tea.
Asking Yang Lihua to find someone to bring a teapot, Wang Junlin poured all the tea leaves into the porcelain bottle he brought, and then brewed it directly with boiling water. A dense mist rose and rolled up. He smelled the strong fragrance of tea.
, Wang Junlin is full of confidence.
"Okay, let it cool down a little and then you can drink it."
Yang Lihua pointed at the cup in surprise and said, "Is it that simple?"
"What else do you want?"
"Where's the seasoning? Where's the utensils? Where's the Confucian essence contained in it?"
"Do you know what it means to be as complex as it is simple?" Wang Junlin looked down at her with a pioneering look and stroked her hair: "The so-called tea ceremony you like is actually outdated and wrong. It emphasizes form over form.
Without the charm of Confucianism, what is the true essence of Confucianism and Taoism? Do you know what "the unity of knowledge and action" means? It is the same as the Taoist principle of "Tao follows nature". Different paths lead to the same goal. The unity of knowledge and action is also the highest state of Confucianism. Drinking tea and doing that
There are many utensils, techniques, and seasonings. In the end, they are all far-fetched actions. They are high-minded and mediocre. They are far away from the secular world. No matter how advanced the knowledge and Taoism are, they all fall into the lower realms. The knowledge that can enter the world and the Taoism that can enter the world.
It’s something the people like to hear and see…”
When Yang Lihua heard this, her eyes lit up, she nodded thoughtfully and said, "What you said seems to make sense, but your fried tea doesn't taste good!"
"What doesn't taste good? I just brewed it directly in a teacup, but it wasn't brewed properly. Now I'm brewing it in a teapot again. Take a sip quickly." Wang Junlin was very satisfied with what he said and smiled as he poured the tea out of Yang Lihua's teacup.
Pour it into the small lake, and then refill the teapot with water.
Yang Lihua had no choice but to put her fragrant lips close to the mouth of the huge cup, and took a sip. Before she could swallow it, she saw her eyes widening in vain, showing a very painful expression, as if her entire taste buds were numb, and she was about to open her mouth to spit.
When Wang Junlin came out, he said angrily: "If you dare to spit it out, do you believe I will pour the whole cup into you?"
Yang Lihua puffed out her small mouth, glared at him aggrievedly, raised her neck sadly, and swallowed the tea unwillingly.
Wang Junlin sighed secretly and didn't even bother to ask her thoughts. Everything could be seen from her expression.
There was a sudden awkwardness in the pavilion. Yang Lihua murmured, as if she was organizing her words. After a long time, she finally said: "This... fried tea, actually, uh, actually has a different flavor. Maybe some people will really like to drink it.
Woolen cloth!"
"Do you really feel good about it?" Wang Junlin asked fiercely.
Yang Lihua hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded without conscience: "It's pretty... delicious!"
"Then drink the whole cup, no, the whole pot. Come on, I'll watch you drink it." Wang Junlin stared at her expectantly.
Yang Lihua looked at the sky and began to think that this was the end of the night, and she might as well go to bed early!
"You feel tired and want to go to bed early, right?" Wang Junlin kindly helped her make up the lie.
Yang Lihua nodded with relief, her eyes showing gratitude: "That's right."
No matter how much we break tradition, drinking tea cannot avoid being mixed with culture.
As long as the word "culture" is placed next to anything, simple things will become complicated, and many dazzling tricks must be done to hold a cup and tilt one's neck to prove the existence of culture.
As a result, Wang Junlin's fried tea that simplified complexity had no market. Because he had no culture, he couldn't sell it even to the people who cared about him the most.
"If you don't want to drink it, don't drink it. If you don't drink it, I'll drink it." Wang Junlin was a little sad. He took the teapot that Yang Lihua picked up with an aggrieved look, raised his head to the teapot spout and took a big sip.
The strong bitter taste immediately spread in his mouth, making him shudder.
Yang Lihua looked at him with eyes full of heartache, as if she was watching him take a sip of poison. The most helpless thing was the feeling of wanting to stop but not being able to...
"Actually, it's quite delicious. Although the taste is a bit weird and bitter, I'm afraid you'll get used to it after drinking it for a long time. Leave some tea leaves for me and I'll taste it slowly at home. As for opening a joint store to do business, I might as well forget it.
Let's do it!" I have to say that Yang Lihua is really kind to Wang Junlin. She is kind-hearted and considerate. She doesn't want Wang Junlin to fail to come to power and takes great care of his self-esteem.
"Okay, I'll leave it to you." Wang Junlin was too lazy to change the masochistic mentality of the elite and powerful class at this time. The tea he cooked was so unpleasant that it was like drinking boiled Chinese medicine, but he still had the nerve to say that his fried tea tasted weird...
"Whether you agree to partner with me to sell this kind of fried tea or not, I will open a shop specifically to sell this kind of tea, and I will name this tea 'Lihua Fragrant Tea'..." Wang Junlin said calmly.
He pushed the teapot further away, and without paying attention just now, he put all the tea leaves in a porcelain bottle. It seemed that he put too much tea leaves in it, and it was so bitter that he couldn't even open his mouth. No wonder Yang Lihua looked like that.
In one day, three shops called 'Lihua Fragrant Tea' opened in the capital. The tea they sold was completely different from traditional tea. It was a kind of fried tea. It was very simple to brew. However, in a short period of time, the shops were empty and the business was not very good.
good.
However, Wang Junlin still stubbornly believes that people will gradually fall in love with fried tea. For example, Shen Guang drinks tea every day and is addicted to it. If he drinks water without tea, he will feel bad.