What's more, it's expensive.

Yuan Xuezheng's home.

Yuan Xuezheng agreed to paint and write for Zhao Ping without hesitation.

However, Zhao Ping was required to give him at least twenty pounds of "Drunk Spring Breeze" every year, and the cost was also not mentioned.

When his wife Yuan Qian heard this, his uncle Qian Shao couldn't let him go.

Now Zhao Ping not only has a cousin uncle, but also a senior uncle.

At least ten kilograms will be given.

There is also no mention of fees.

Zhao Ping had no choice but to agree.

However, it has been seen from literati such as Yuan Xuezheng, his uncle and his own uncle.

Some literati who are accustomed to drinking traditional brewed tea do not have much resistance to fresh green tea.

It seems that there is still a market for new tea among some literati.

My cousin represents businessmen, and they are more optimistic about Zui Chunfeng Green Tea.

This is a good phenomenon.

Xi Xing came to the teahouse again to tell stories.

But I found some wealthy tea patrons in the private room on the second floor.

I don’t drink tea in big bowls like before.

It is something like a wine glass or something like porcelain that I have never seen before.

Xi Xing couldn't help lamenting that he was still struggling to have three meals a day.

I am still happy to be able to drink tea in the teahouse occasionally.

Who would have thought that now some people actually have porcelain to drink tea with.

Porcelain, so luxurious!

What a waste!

What’s even more surprising is that this tea does not have the strange smell of ginger and garlic, but has a long and refreshing fragrance!

If you smell it carefully, there seems to be a chestnut scent.

The color of the tea soup is even more clear and translucent.

The tea leaves unfold naturally in the cup like wicker.

Xi Xing couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

I immediately feel that this fragrance makes me feel refreshed and energetic.

Storytelling feels like better memory, richer word associations, and more exciting plots.

Just because the tea smells like this, what does it taste like?

When Xi Xing looked at it, his face suddenly turned pale.

What, a cup of this tea costs fifty cents!

But I usually drink much more tea than this amount, only one or two cents, which is simply robbery.

Xi Xing had just walked out of the private room and came to the hall and smelled tea with a strong smell of ginger and garlic.

It was as if I had fallen from heaven to hell, and my heart suddenly changed from comfortable to uncomfortable.

Involuntarily, I returned to the private room and secretly looked at the color of the soup and the tea cup.

The appearance of this tea cup is a mountain covered with mist.

There is a lake at the foot of the mountain, and there is a small boat on the lake, and there are people fishing on the small boat.

Beside the willow tree in the lake, some people were drinking tea, playing chess, playing the piano, waving ink, and painting.

What a wonderful scene of literati reciting poems and painting.

Isn’t this what I have always longed for?

Seeing Xi Xing looking at the teacup and swallowing saliva, he kept looking at the teacup.

This person couldn't help but secretly laugh.

So he cupped his hands and said: "This dear friend seems to be of the same mind. In that case, why don't we sit down and drink tea together and talk about life? Waiter, I'd like a cup of spring breeze."

The waiter agreed, and soon a cup of drunken spring breeze was served.

Xi Xing bowed deeply and said, "Thank you, dear friend. My dear brother, you are so righteous and dare not obey your orders."

He pulled the hem of his scribe's clothes and sat down at the desk.

This person is also dressed as a scholar. After Zhao Ping's influence, he is no longer the former Wu Xia Amen!

The more the two of them talked, the happier they became, and they almost felt like they hated each other until it was too late.

When Xi Xing saw a storybook on the desk, he couldn't help but be startled, his eyes turned from the teacup to the storybook.
Chapter completed!