Fill the four small tea cups, then put down the teapot, picked up one and handed it to Liang for use.

Liang drank it in one sip with his neck tilted. He had been attracted by Xiaoqian's graceful movements for so long that he could not wait.

"How is it? How does it taste?" Xiaoqian asked. This was the first time she made tea for others to drink.

"Hehe, I don't feel...ah...no, it tastes so good..." Liang Yong said idiotically.

"Drink another glass." Xiaoqian had no impatient expression and handed over another glass.

Liang drank it with his neck tilted down and drank it in one sip.

"What about now?"

"Fragrant!" Liang Yong shook his head and said, still not tasting the taste.

Xiaoqian picked up another cup and handed it to him, reminding him: "Drink slowly."

Liang Yong drank very slowly this time, and he even twitched his mouth hard after he was about to finish.

This time, Xiaoqian did not ask him again, but picked up the last cup of tea, raised it elegantly to the tip of his nose and smelled it with his nose. Then he drank it slowly in three mouthfuls, looking leisurely and intoxicated, as if a fairy who is not as good as a worldly fireworks.

"What does it feel?" Liang Yong asked curiously.

Xiaoqian finally couldn't help but look at him, and was so vulgar that he was so vulgar.

"When you learn how to drink tea and understand the artistic conception, you will know why I didn't go to school." Xiaoqian said calmly.

"Hehe, this is a bit profound. I think you should go to school and take the opportunity to educate me, a vulgar guy, and help me develop my temperament." Liang Yong smiled foolishly.

Seeing Liang Yong's silly and innocent expression, Xiaoqian suddenly felt soft inside and sighed secretly: "Is my persistence really right? Since I am already his person in this life, why do you have to torture yourself? Stay with him for a longer period of time, even if it is a short-term happiness, which can make you have no regrets in this life..."

"You go! Take this with you." Although Xiaoqian felt relaxed, she still felt endless loneliness on her face. She stuffed the small porcelain bottle containing tea for Liang, and walked into the house with the tea set.

She needed to think carefully. The facial scarf had been taken off and she no longer needed to live with a facial scarf, but she was not ready to let her integrate into Liang Yong's life for a while.

Liang Yong said all over his stomach, but he didn't know where to start with Xiaoqian. Seeing that she entered the house and never came out again, he sighed and took out paper and pen from his arms to write down his address and contact number in Huadu City. Finally, he put 20,000 yuan on the stool.

Before leaving, I was afraid that Xiaoqian would not accept it, so I added a sentence to the note: "It's not because of pity, it's not because of gratitude. I just want to integrate into your life and take care of you for the rest of your life!"

When he heard Sister Mei talk about Xiaoqian’s miserable life experience that day, he wanted to say this, but he didn’t dare to speak.

...

Liang Yong returned to the hotel, and the workers in the yard were loading the wood removed from the mountains on a truck.

When Song Youcai saw Liang Yong in the house, he shouted: "Brother, here, come in and have a tea!"

Liang Yong walked into the house and saw that everyone was there, Sister Mei, Wu Lexuan, and an old man with gray hair and beard, who was also an acquaintance. Liang Yong knew old man Liu Qingyuan when he sold the bookshelf that time.

"Brother, I'll introduce you. This is my third uncle..." Song Youcai enthusiastically introduced.

Liang Yong looked at Liu Qingyuan and nodded and smiled: "Old Liu."

"Liang Yong, thank you for saving Youcai this time." Liu Qingyuan showed a grateful look on his face.

Song Youcai suddenly said next to him: "Oh, look at me, I'm stupid. Miss Wu knew Uncle San just now and talked about your experience of selling bookshelf. I forgot about this excitement..."

Liang Yong walked to the chair next to Wu Lexuan and sat down. Sister Mei was holding a purple clay pot to make tea for everyone.

"I ran around before my injury was healed." Wu Lexuan complained in a low voice, full of concern.

"Brothers drink tea, this is the West Lake Longjing that costs more than 10,000 yuan per kilogram." Without waiting for Liang Yong to explain to Wu Lexuan, Song Youcai was already calling Liang Yong to drink tea.

After removing the golden nanmu yesterday, Song Youcai immediately contacted his family by phone and invited his third uncle Liu Qingyuan to identify it on the spot. At the same time, he asked his wife to bring good tea to entertain his third uncle. Liu Qingyuan is Song Youcai's relative third uncle, and Song Youcai's father is the second child. His family was poor at that time. When he became an adult, he became a son-in-law of the Song family, so Song Youcai followed his mother's surname.

I heard that it was the West Lake Longjing, which cost more than 10,000 yuan, and Liang Yong immediately became interested, picked up the tea cup and drank it all. He didn't taste the taste of tea from Xiaoqian just now, but he aroused his interest in tea.

I didn't expect that the tea was imported, but it turned out to be bitter, astringent and tasteless, which was far worse than the tea made by Xiaoqian. It was really hard to swallow. I spit it out in one mouthful.

"Brother Song, what kind of tea is this? It's too bitter, not fragrant, light and tasteless. It's more than 10,000 yuan per pound. You won't have been cheated!" Liang Yong complained repeatedly, urging Sister Mei to take clean water to rinse her mouth.

Song Youcai and Liu Qingyuan stared at Liang Yong with wide eyes, looking at aliens, and Sister Mei covered her mouth and chuckled.

"If you don't understand tea, don't talk nonsense. It's embarrassing. Such tea is not good, what kind of tea is good?" Wu Lexuan reached out under the table and pinched the beam.

"It's really hard to drink. I haven't drunk tea before, it tastes better than this." Liang Yong insisted.

"Oh, what tea have you ever drunk in Liang Yong?" Liu Qingyuan asked with a frown, feeling unhappy. He had been praising the goodness of Longjing tea just now, and Liang Yong slandered him so much that he was blind.

"The tea I drank in the past is not worth mentioning. It was bought by roadside stalls at Yunwu tea. Even the pot of tea I drank in the mountains just now was better than this." Liang Yong shook his head and said.

"You just drank tea in the mountains, what tea?" Song Youcai asked curiously.

"Hehe, I gave me some before leaving. Look." Liang Yong took out the porcelain bottle from his pocket and opened the cap to show everyone.

Only Sister Mei showed a comprehension expression, but she didn't say it clearly.

Song Youcai stretched his nose and smelled it on the porcelain bottle, and Liu Qingyuan also twitched his nose and smelled a strange fragrance.

"This tea is good, what's the name? Is it still sold?" Song Youcai felt refreshed when he heard it, and asked hurriedly. He had sold Pu'er tea and did some research on the tea ceremony to distinguish the quality of tea.

"She only said that it was Yunwu tea he picked." Liang Yong scratched his head, and he was just 250 for tea.

"Hurry, Xiao Mei, pour the Longjing tea and make a pot of this tea to taste." Song Youcai urged him in an interest.

"I can't make this tea, I don't have that kind of tea brewing level." Sister Mei hesitated.

"Oh, is there anything else?" Song Youcai asked anxiously.

"This tea is only delicious when brewed by Xiaoqian. I heard that it is made of melted snow water with charcoal fire, and there is also a complicated method..." Sister Mei explained.

Liang Yong suddenly added: "It's really that way. I just saw Xiao Qian's tea making technique, which was so beautiful." He looked intoxicated.
Chapter completed!