"Mr. Tang, the sun is getting hot now. You see Miss Su is sweating a little. How about you go to my grandpa's house and sit there?"
"My grandpa's house is not far ahead, we can walk there."
Zhao Xinyun pursed her lips and smiled.
Tang Ming hesitated for a moment: "That's okay, but the logistics department just said they would get us the keys. I'm afraid they won't be able to find anyone by then."
"fine."
Zhao Zhenhua smiled and said: "I am very familiar with the logistics department of Dongjiao Guest House. I will ask them to deliver the keys when the time comes. Mr. Tang, the tea made by my father is excellent. Let's go and try it together."
"Oh well."
Tang Ming nodded in agreement.
Mainly, the weather is indeed hot now. After playing for a while, Su Yurou and Angela had beads of sweat on their foreheads.
Everyone walked together.
Zhao Xinyun and Zhao Zhenhua did not take a car, so they accompanied Tang Ming and others on foot.
Soon, they came to a loft, and there was a very quiet small courtyard outside, with flowers and plants planted in it, and rattan chairs and tea tables set up, which gave it a sense of life.
"This is my grandpa's house."
Zhao Xinyun smiled and said: "When I was a child, I loved coming here to play. It's warm in winter and cool in summer. The most important thing is that the flowers and plants planted in this yard are very beautiful."
"My grandpa is self-taught and has become a professional garden master. He is also a top-notch tea ceremony. Wow, I'm so greedy after talking about it."
Just talking.
An old man in Chinese tunic suit walked out of the attic. When he saw the people at the door, he was slightly startled, and then a smile appeared on his old face.
"Grandpa."
Zhao Xinyun trotted over to help the old man and introduced: "Grandpa, these are my friends. They happened to be nearby, so they invited them to come to our house to visit."
"I have told others about your tea art, and you will show it off later."
"Hahaha, good, good, good."
The old man laughed heartily, looked at Tang Ming and the others and said, "Dear guests, please come in and take a seat. The house is a little messy, so please forgive me."
"You're welcome, sir."
Tang Ming smiled and shook his head: "Your place has beautiful scenery, especially these potted plants. You put a lot of thought into them."
"As I get older, I don't have any other hobbies, so I just play with flowers and plants at home and make tea."
The old man grinned and said: "Zhenhua, you entertain the distinguished guests first, and I'll bring out my treasured Longjing old tea."
"good."
Zhao Zhenhua nodded and invited: "Mr. Tang, please sit down."
Everyone was sitting on the wicker chairs in the garden. The flowers and trees in the garden were fragrant. Through the gate of the courtyard, you could see the Zixia Lake outside. Coupled with the dense mountains and forests around Zijin Mountain, it was very comfortable.
"Mr. Tang, I just heard you say that you have the key to the Dongjiao Guesthouse. Could it be that you also have real estate here?"
Zhao Zhenhua smiled.
Tang Ming nodded: "That's right. This is my mother. She said she and my father bought a loft here."
"It turns out to be Mrs. Jin."
Zhao Zhenhua nodded towards Jin Yuerong.
"You're welcome, Governor Zhao."
Jin Yuerong smiled and said: "This is No. 6 of Tianzi Building. I bought No. 3 back then. It's not far from here. We will be neighbors in the future."
"Yes, this is fate."
Zhao Zhenhua smiled and nodded: "I don't come here often, but my father likes the scenery here. In terms of scenery, this place in Jinling City dares to be ranked second, but there is no place that dares to be ranked first."
Everyone was chatting happily.
Zhao Zhenhua and Tang Ming talked with Jin Yuerong.
And Zhao Xinyun and Su Yurou talked with Angela.
No one was talking about business, they were talking about everyday interesting things like friends, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
At this time.
Zhao Xinyun's grandfather came out carrying a tea set.
"Grandpa, why did you wait so long?"
Zhao Xinyun said coquettishly: "I'm thirsty."
"You girl, if you are thirsty, just drink water. Tea will not quench your thirst."
The old man smiled and said: "The tea ceremony. The tea ceremony not only pays attention to the techniques and techniques of making tea, but also is extremely strict in the cleaning of tea sets in the early stage."
"Why, your grandfather didn't teach you this in Beijing?"
Zhao Xinyun curled her lips: "Of course I taught you. I talk about it every day, and my ears are calloused."
The old man laughed dumbly.
At this time, Zhao Zhenhua's phone rang and he apologized: "Mr. Tang, I have a meeting here. You guys talk first, and I'll go handle some official business."
"Okay, Governor Zhao can just do his own thing."
Tang Ming nodded.
At this time, the old man had already brewed the tea and handed over a cup: "Come on, young man, try my tea. To be honest, from the first time I met you, I felt that you are not an ordinary person. Come and judge your tea art."
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"Grandpa, aren't you being too mysterious?"
Zhao Xinyun blinked her beautiful eyes: "It's your first time meeting Mr. Tang, how do you know that he is not an ordinary person?
How do you know he knows tea art?"
"Haha, people are old and have learned a lot. Grandpa's eyes are no joke."
Mr. Zhao smiled and said: "To be honest, not only Mr. Tang, but also Mrs. Jin next to me, the temperament is very different from ordinary people."
"I met people with similar temperament decades ago. These people can be said to be true hermit masters."
Um?
Tang Ming was slightly startled, but soon realized that the Zhao family had a profound background, and it was not necessarily certain that they had met cultivators before.
But after just meeting him once, he was able to remember this indescribable aura, which shows that Mr. Zhao is not a simple man.
"The tea has a light taste, but the aftertaste is full, sweet and pleasant. With proper washing, the bitterness on the surface of the tea leaves can be removed. Mr. Zhao's tea ceremony skills are truly unique."
Tang Ming pursed his lips and took a sip of tea, then said slowly.
Mr. Zhao asked: "Are there any shortcomings?"
"If there are any shortcomings, they do exist."
Tang Ming smiled and said: "But it may be a shortcoming for me, but for Mr. Zhao or other tea drinkers, it is an advantage."
Mr. Zhao was very confused: "Oh, how do you say this?"
“The old man’s tea-making skills are indeed superb, but the thing that can really enhance the aroma of tea is the tea grinding stick in your hand.”
Tang Ming looked forward.
Mr. Zhao was stunned and looked down at a dark green wooden stick in his hand.
The wooden stick is rounded, which seems to be the result of years of grinding tea leaves. The bottom is stained with tea color. Tea grinding sticks are very common among tea connoisseurs. After all, many tea cubes are solidified and need to be crushed to taste.
But Mr. Zhao's tea stick is not simple.
"This tea stick is a magical weapon."
Tang Ming smiled and said: "Although it is not a particularly rare magic weapon, in the world, it is still a rare treasure, and it is very old. At a glance, it is at least hundreds of years old."
As soon as these words came out.
Mr. Zhao couldn't help but trembled all over, and his old eyes sparkled: "Mr. Tang is really not an ordinary person."
Zhao Xinyun blinked her beautiful eyes: "Mr. Tang, you just said that the shortcoming of grandpa's tea art is this tea grinding stick. What do you mean?"
"Although this magical weapon is old and not a very rare combat weapon, it also contains spiritual energy. After grinding the tea for a long time, some spiritual energy will leak out and blend into the tea, making the tea more fragrant."
"But to me, this little aura dilutes the natural fragrance that the tea should have."
Tang Ming smiled lightly and said: "So what I just said is an advantage to ordinary people, but it is a disadvantage to me."