Zhang Xiaojing knelt down and sat on the left side of the table very familiarly. Li Siye felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, so he obeyed and bowed his hands, kneeling down beside Zhang Xiaojing. Wen Wuji sat opposite them.
Wen Ran was wearing a plain jacket and a chest-length skirt, with a red gauze belt tied in a cross knot on her chest. She knelt down on the other side of the board-foot table and formed a formation.
The stove was filled with hot red charcoal. She picked up the fire and put a few more pieces of charcoal into it, put the bed on the stove, put the tea in it, and waited for the water to boil.
While waiting, she took out the tea cakes from the paper bag, put them into the wooden roller, pushed the disc-shaped roller with both hands to break the tea cakes. She picked up the roller and poured the broken tea into Luohe.
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There is a fine sieve on the top of the Luohe, and a round box on the bottom. Pick up the Luohe with both hands and shake it gently, and the tea powder will fall into the round box.
After the water in the pot boiled, Wenran held Luohe in one hand and scooped out the powdered tea with a teaspoon in the other hand. He also scooped out the powdered salt from the salt-filled 羾gui and poured it into the pot.
She gently stirred the water with her long chopsticks, which is called ring-beating the center of the soup to release the nature of the tea. The soup gradually boiled with fine foam. Wen Ran took a copper spoon and scooped the boiling water into the cooked bowl, then knelt down.
Sit on the ground and wait for the third boil.
Li Siye was quietly admiring it. She was immersed in the tea. This was the beauty of concentration and elegance. Every movement and posture was pleasing to the eye. Even Li Meier looked at her with admiration and envy. This is a brother.
Li Siye won an honor that even a fist could not win.
The firelight from the charcoal refilling port of the stove reflected on Wen Ran's face, causing a blush to appear on her forehead. This blush was slightly moist and slightly orange. If you look closely, it is the refracted luster of sweaty skin.
Her forehead was slightly plump. In this dark room, she was the only one with such colorful light, as if she had brought Li Siye into the fiery and rich Dunhuang murals.
The tea soup boiled again. Wen Ran held two pieces of kudzu linen in his hands and poured the water into the pot with cooked bowls in both hands. At the same time, he used a fire to clamp the unburned charcoal blocks in the stove into the charcoal basin. The tea soup
This is equivalent to frying it.
She brought the tea bowls on a tray, put the wooden spoon into the bowl and poured the tea into five bowls. She picked up the tray and put it on the banzuo table. She gave the first bowl of tea to Zhang Xiaojing, the second bowl to Li Siye, and then the others.
Father Wen Wuji and Li Meier, and finally himself.
Li Siye gently picked it up and took a sip. It tasted salty and slightly bitter, and then became slightly sweet.
In the quiet tea drinking scene, even a rough man like Zhang Xiaojing sat upright, holding the tea cup in his hand and tasting it carefully.
Wen Wuji took the initiative to ask the two of them: "Have your cases been solved?"
Zhang Xiaojing nodded silently and glanced at Li Siye without trace from the corner of his eyes. This may be a hint. Under such circumstances, Li Siye felt that it would be better to speak less.
Wen Wuji no longer took the initiative to mention the case, but asked indirectly, "This will have no impact on your work."
Zhang Xiaojing raised his eyebrows, obviously he just thought of this problem. The job may not be done. The consort Yang Hui can give up pursuing their crimes under the persuasion of the princess, but it does not mean that the grudges have been wiped out. Even if the consort is a big shot, he will not be held accountable.
Go and argue with villains like them, the devils under the King of Hell will not make it easy for them.
"There may be some problems with the errand." Zhang Xiaojing said vaguely.
Wen Ran scooped another cup of tea for everyone, then pouted and raised his head and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't do it, this kind of errand is not done by good people."
"Wen Ran." Wen Wuji looked at his daughter with a slightly reproachful look.
Zhang Xiaojing, however, didn't take it seriously, and continued with a wry smile: "Not only was it not done by good people, but it was not done by human beings. If the case is handled well, it is the credit of the boss, but if it is mishandled, we are blamed. Fortunately, I have worked hard in the past six months."
, nothing went wrong, only this time..."
Zhang Xiaojing stopped talking and picked up the tea bowl to cover up his mistake.
After everyone finished drinking the tea soup, Wen Ran stood up and took away the tea bowl to clean. Zhang Xiaojing stood up and said goodbye, and Li Siye also said goodbye.
Li Meier stood beside him and tugged at the corner of his clothes, raised his head and asked his brother: "I want to stay with Sister Wenran for a few more days, is it possible?"
Li Siye gave full play to the majesty of a father and brother: "Why do you still live here? Don't you have a home? You are already disturbing others."
Wen Wuji smiled kindly: "It's okay, you can stay as long as you want."
Li Meier did not dare to disobey his brother, so he followed Li Siye and said goodbye downstairs. Wen Wuji and his daughter sent them to the door of the incense shop. Li Siye found that Wenran was in a bad mood, especially towards himself. His expression seemed to be...
It feels like feeding tea soup to a dog.
He carefully thought about what wrong words he said while having tea. It seemed that he didn't say anything, so why did he suddenly offend this young lady.
Zhang Xiaojing accompanied Li Siye's brother and sister back, but they parted ways near Zhaoguofang. Zhang Xiaojing lived in Xuanyangfang, but Li Siye lived in Xinchangfang, and they went different ways.
When they parted, Zhang Xiaojing held up his hands and said to Li Siye: "Brother Siye, get some rest after you go back. As for the errands, we'll figure it out later."
"Don't worry, Jinglang. If I don't want to be a bad person, there will be other ways for me."
Li Siye was willing to be a bad guy under Zhang Xiaojing at first, mainly out of strong curiosity. Now that the curiosity is gone, he will naturally have other ideas, such as visiting various places in Chang'an City while he still has some money on hand.
For a while, at worst, I can still do my old job. I haven’t been to the Wudou Building in Xishi for a long time.
Zhang Xiaojing said goodbye and left, and it was time for Li Siye to return to his rented place.
Li Meier stood beside him, pouting her lips and walking very slowly. Li Siye turned around and called her, but she ignored him.
"What's wrong with you? You've stayed with someone for a few days and you're still cheating on her? Children can't be greedy. I know you like their tea."
Li Meier shouted to his brother: "You are the one who likes tea! I want to learn sencha, and I want to buy sencha utensils!"
"I want to make incense! Even if I don't make incense, I still want to make incense. I want to make myself smell good!"
"I also want a Luo skirt, the kind embroidered with honeysuckle flowers, and I want to wear a silver hairpin and a bow!"
Li Siye stared at her dumbfounded. Has she broadened her horizons and created greater needs? Or has Wen Ran led her astray?
"Do you still want to live in a high-rise building? Have servants to serve you every day?" Li Siye squatted in front of Li Mei'er and could feel the dissatisfaction exhaled from her small nose.
"No." Li Meier wiped away her tears and murmured, "I just want to be like Sister Wenran, so I want to stay for a few more days."
Li Siye could suddenly understand Li Mei'er. As a poor child from Gaoling County, she suddenly entered Chang'an City. Apart from the dazzling first few days, she finally found the gap between herself and the Chang'an girl, which was also related to her fragile inferiority complex.
He grinned and said, "If you want these things, I can buy them for you. You don't need to live in someone else's house to have them."
"But..." Li Mei'er laughed and said, "Our family has no money. Those ten dollars belong to your family, brother."
"It doesn't matter, you can go ahead and spend it. After you spend it, I will find a way to earn more. I won't let you live in the bridge hole anymore."
Li Siye touched her head. The two horns on her head disappeared and turned into a double bun tied with red silk thread.
"Aunt Wenran did this for you?"
"Well, it's very beautiful."
"Okay, let's go home first and see if there is anything missing at home."
Li Siye took Mei'er back to the courtyard door of Xinchangfang. The door was hung with a copper lock left by Wen Wuji. He took out the key from his belt, unlocked it and pushed the door open to enter the house.
A lot of broken leaves and hay fell in the yard. When I walked into the east wing, I saw straw mats, felts and quilts rolled up in the corners.
Li Meier hurriedly ran over, spread out the bedding, rolled out the water jug, and coins poured out.
She hurriedly put the scattered coins into the pitcher with her hands, patted her chest with her little hands and said thankfully: "Fortunately, the money was not lost."
Li Siye calculated it and found that out of the ten guan he won from the competition, after excluding the purchase of goods and the banquet for Zhang Xiaojing and the bad guys, he still had more than 9 guan left. To meet Li Meier's demand for sencha and to purchase spices, Luo Qun's expenses were included in his calculations.
As always, there is enough money left to cover this year's expenses.
But in order to plan ahead and pursue a higher quality of material life, he needed to find another way to make money.
He sat cross-legged on the felt, yawned and said, "Brother, I will go with you to buy what you want the day after tomorrow. I am very sleepy now. I will take a nap before talking."