The first thousand four hundred and eighty-two chapters tea
This courtyard is different from the traditional courtyard in the imperial capital. It has more of a Jiangnan charm.
Standing at the door of the courtyard was a man Lin Zhiming knew.
She seemed to have known that Lin Zhiming would come here at this time, so she waited at the door.
"I wanted to pick you up yesterday, but I thought it wasn't suitable because of my status, so I didn't go. I thought you wouldn't be without me as a pick-up person." Zhao Chuchu looked at Lin Zhiming with a smile on his face and said.
"If you go to pick me up, Zhao Yin will probably fight you tooth and nail." Lin Zhiming said.
"It's really possible. I heard you were coming today. He went out early in the morning and didn't want to see you." Zhao Chuchu said.
"Is it convenient for the old man?" Lin Zhiming asked.
"I'm reading the newspaper. It's convenient, but I can't say it's inconvenient. If you make him tea, it doesn't matter if it's convenient or not," Zhao Chuchu said.
"Then lead the way." Lin Zhiming said.
"Okay, just come with me." Zhao Chuchu said, turned around and walked into the courtyard.
Lin Zhiming took a few steps and followed him.
Arriving at the courtyard, Lin Zhiming discovered that not only the appearance of this courtyard was different from the traditional courtyard in the imperial capital, but the layout inside was also different.
The internal layout of this courtyard is exactly that of the courtyards in the Jiangnan area. There are pools, gravel paths, rockeries, and pine trees in the courtyard. It looks very elegant.
Lin Zhiming followed Zhao Chuchu through the courtyard and finally came to the front of a hall.
In the hall, a silver-haired old man was lying on a lounge chair, holding a newspaper in his hand and reading it.
"The kettle is there, and the place to collect the water is by the pool we passed by when we came here. The water there is brought from the nearby Wangquan Mountain. It is all authentic mountain spring water, and it is perfect for making tea. As for the tea,
Did you see that tea can? Inside is the Biluochun that the old man likes to drink the most. The tea that the old man drinks must use Shanyang wood to boil water. After the water boils three times, the tea is made. One part is tea and seven parts is water. You can't.
No more, no less." Zhao Chuchu said.
"Okay!" Lin Zhiming nodded, then followed Zhao Chuchu's instructions and walked to the kettle, picked up the kettle, then turned around and walked back to the pool he passed just now.
There is a bamboo standing next to the pool, and clear spring water flows in the bamboo.
Lin Zhiming squatted beside the bamboo and put the water flowing from the bamboo into the kettle. It didn't take long for the kettle to be eighty-full.
After that, Lin Zhiming returned to the previous hall.
The white-haired old man was still reading the newspaper. Zhao Chuchu was sitting next to the old man and seemed to be chatting with him.
Seeing Lin Zhiming coming, Zhao Chuchu pointed to the small room next to him and said, "The stove is over there, just boil the water there."
Lin Zhiming nodded and walked into the small room next to him with a kettle.
There was a stove in the room. Lin Zhiming put the kettle on the stove, then took some fire starters from the side and lit the firewood in the stove.
The fire roared upward, and soon the water boiled.
Lin Zhiming waited for a while, then picked up the boiling water and poured it into the tea bowl next to him.
After that, Lin Zhiming took the tea bowl out of the small room and came to the hall.
At this time, the old man had put down the newspaper and sat next to a coffee table.
Lin Zhiming walked to the coffee table holding the tea bowl in both hands, bowed slightly and said, "Old man, drink tea."
The old man didn't say anything. He reached out to take the tea bowl, swept the foam in the tea bowl with the lid of the bowl, and then took a sip.
"The water is not warm enough." The old man said and put the tea bowl aside.
"Then I'll make some tea." Lin Zhiming picked up the tea bowl and walked back to the small room.
After a while, Lin Zhiming brought out another bowl of tea.
The old man took a sip and said expressionlessly, "It took too long."
"I'll make it again." Lin Zhiming smiled and walked into the small room again. After a while, Lin Zhiming came to the old man again with tea.
"There are less tea leaves," the old man continued.
Lin Zhiming was not annoyed and returned to the small room with a smile.
Zhao Chuchu stood aside without saying anything, just watching Lin Zhiming going back and forth in the hall and the small room.
Every time, the old man found something wrong with the tea and asked Lin Zhiming to make it again. Lin Zhiming always smiled and made another bowl of tea for the old man.
In this back-and-forth cycle, more than an hour passed in a flash.
Lin Zhiming made at least a dozen trips back and forth, brewing more than a dozen bowls of tea for the old man to drink. Each time, the old man took a sip and then pointed out the fault and asked Lin Zhiming to brew it again.
Time passed little by little.
When Lin Zhiming brought the thirty-sixth bowl of tea to the old man, the old man took a sip.
This time, the old man did not put down the tea bowl, but continued to take another big sip.
"Are you satisfied, old man?" Lin Zhiming asked with a smile.
"The heat is finally a bit off," the old man said.
Lin Zhiming smiled and said, "After all, I don't often make tea, and I'm not in this business."
"Meet people with tea. If the heat of the tea is not good enough, the heat of the people will not be enough either." The old man said.
"If the heat of everything is just right, wouldn't life be dull and boring? If the heat is not enough, the taste will be bland. If the heat is too high, the taste will be strong. No matter what, it is an experience." Lin Zhiming said.
The old man put down the tea bowl in his hand and said, "Break again."
"Okay." Lin Zhiming nodded and continued to make tea.
This soak actually lasted from day to night.
The old man drank tea at first, but in the afternoon he probably drank too much tea, so he didn't bother to drink it. Lin Zhiming brought the tea bowl, and he opened it and took a look. Either the tea had too much foam or the color was too heavy. In short,
, the old man was able to find some faults and ask Lin Zhiming to make tea again.
Lin Zhiming just kept boiling water, making tea, collecting water, boiling water, and making tea again.
At least several kilograms of precious tea leaves were lost by Lin Zhiming.
When night fell, the old man waved his hand and told Lin Zhiming to go home first and continue to come over tomorrow morning.
Lin Zhiming smiled and bowed in agreement, and then walked out of the courtyard with Zhao Chuchu.
"Actually, it's not that difficult. It's extremely simple for you. Why do you always have problems?" Zhao Chuchu asked with a frown.
"This is my style. Fire is my style of dealing with people. I am not smooth and moderate, so I can never grasp the right fire. It is either too much or not enough. This is who I am." Lin Zhiming said.
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"The old man just wants you to be submissive, otherwise, you will still have to spend a day tomorrow." Zhao Chuchu said.
"My life is tough and I can't learn how to bend down." Lin Zhiming grinned, then turned and left.
"Can't you learn to bend over?" Zhao Chuchu looked at Lin Zhiming's back with a thoughtful look on his face.
The next day, Lin Zhiming went to Zhao Chuchu's house to make tea for the old man.
Lin Zhiming did nothing else for the whole day except making tea.
A day passed, and Lin Zhiming still couldn't make tea that satisfied the old man.
So, the old man asked Lin Zhiming to continue on the third day.
So, Lin Zhiming really went on the third day.
On the third day, Zhao Yin also came.
He was dissatisfied with his family for sparing Lin Zhiming too easily, so when Lin Zhiming came, he made an excuse to go around the imperial capital on a business trip. However, two days later, news came from home that Lin Zhiming was actually staying at his house.
I brewed tea for two days!
Zhao Yin became excited at this time. He thought that this might be the old man's alternative way of venting his anger on him, so he returned home early on the third day and waited for Lin Zhiming to show up at home.
Sure enough, Lin Zhiming showed up at his home on time at eight o'clock, and then started making tea for the old man.
Looking at Lin Zhiming walking back and forth in the hall and the fire room, Zhao Yin's inner excitement cannot be described in words.
"Brother Lin, it seems that you have been pampered for too long. You can't even make the most basic tea. You shouldn't!" Zhao Yin shook his head and sighed.
Lin Zhiming glanced at Zhao Yin, smiled and said, "Do you still want to be beaten?"
Zhao Yin's expression changed slightly and he said, "This is my home. If you dare to touch me, it won't be as simple as being sent to a detention center."
"Brother, stop talking and go do what you have to do. Otherwise, I'm sure you will be beaten by him at home. By then, you will be in great disgrace." Zhao Chuchu squatted aside, expressionless.
He said to Zhao Yin with an expression.
"What, is it possible that grandpa can still see him beating me at our house?" Zhao Yin said while glancing at the old man sitting on the edge of the coffee table.
"You go out." The old man waved his hand.
"I understand, grandpa." Zhao Yin faced the old man and did not dare to say anything. After bowing, he turned and left.
However, after Zhao Yin left, he immediately spread the news that Lin Zhiming had been making tea at their house for three days. In his opinion, this news would definitely have a great impact on Lin Zhiming's prestige, and it could also show his
The strong side of their family.
Think about it, a holy king actually made tea at their house for three days, and he couldn't even get a word of satisfaction from his grandfather. This is really humiliating!
As a result, the news that Lin Zhiming made tea for the old man at Zhao Yin's house for three days spread quickly.
Many people were shocked by this incident. Everyone thought that Lin Zhiming's detention would bring an end to his feud with Zhao Yin. Unexpectedly... the Zhao Yin family's real plan was here.
A generation of holy kings made tea for three days at Zhao Yin's house. This is really beyond words.
Many people called Lin Zhiming to ask what was going on. However, Lin Zhiming did not explain much, and did not even make any response. On the fourth day after making tea on the third day
, On the fifth and sixth days, Lin Zhiming went to Zhao Yin's house on time to report every day, and then worked hard to make tea every day, but he still could not brew a pot of tea that satisfied the old man.
In the blink of an eye, a week passed like this...