Fang Xiyan also liked it in her heart and nodded: "Yes, Bai Tofu, where are those girls? Have you sent them back so soon?"
Gu Ximo smiled slightly: "This is not the place for the conversation, why don't we find a teahouse to chat in detail?"
In a teahouse
This teahouse is elegantly decorated and is the style that Fang Xiyan likes.
The three of them sat opposite each other in a quieter place by the window.
Fang Xiyan and Feng Xiaoxun sat on one side, while Gu Ximo was on the other side.
There was a small red mud stove next to it, and the water in the kettle on the stove was about to boil. Gu Ximo first smashed the tea cakes evenly. After the kettle on the stove boiled, he took out a set of tea sets.
That tea set is different from other tea sets in this teahouse. It is as white as snow, as thin as eggshells, and looks like a lotus, and there are also petals on it, which are warm and soft, and flowing crystal clear in the sunlight.
The hot pot, the warm cup, the dry pot, the tea is placed, the tea is roasted, the water is filled... Gu Ximo's movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, free and smooth, which surprised Fang Xiyan.
Unexpectedly, this fellow Taoist is actually a master of tea ceremony!
This is different from white tofu...
The tea like red wine reflects the white jade-like lotus cup, which is as bright as a drunken red, and looks more like a lotus in bud, pleasing to the eye, making people almost unable to move their eyes.
The faint fragrance of tea is everywhere, and the air fills the nose, making people feel relaxed and happy.
"I didn't expect that Brother Gu was very skilled in his magic, and his tea making skills were so good." Judging from his tea skills, he has been soaking in this way for at least three to five years.
Gu Ximo pushed a cup of tea to her: "I will make you laugh, try it."
Fang Xiyan picked it up and took a sip. The fragrance was faint and bitter. Before she could even put it in her mouth, she left her cheeks with fragrance: "Good tea. I admire you." She praised her bluntly.
Fang Xiyan is naturally greedy for drinking, and she likes to drink tea.
But she was too lazy to make a meal by herself. In modern times, she specially hired a tea master. The tea master is said to have studied tea ceremony in Japan and is considered a master, but she is not as good as Gu Ximo, nor is she as good as Gu Ximo.
Delicious.
Fang Xiyan felt that her favorability for Gu Ximo increased a little further.
He has a high technique and is with her. He is good at making tea. He is gentle and as gentle as her modern idol. He is gentle and considerate to her. He is simply a peerless man who is suitable for the room and IKEA!
This kind of man was like a tailor-made man for her, making her heart ripple like this cup of tea.
"Is it so good?" Feng Xiaoxun, who was sitting next to him, suddenly spoke lazily. There was almost no expression on his picturesque handsome face, but there seemed to be a hint of mockery on the corners of his slightly curled lips.
Fang Xiyan was stunned, looked at him, and was about to say something, the teacup in front of him was suddenly lifted by a small white jade-like hand. Feng Xiaoxun took a sip, tasted it briefly, and smiled faintly: "It's just that."
Err.”
Fang Xiyan was originally shocked by his fierce movements. It was her teacup—
And the place where Feng Xiaoxun's lips touched was coincident with the position she was drinking tea, which was equivalent to him savoring her saliva...
She was about to remind her, but she didn't expect that Feng Xiaoxun would comment without hesitation. She frowned slightly and said warmly: "Tianyi, you are still young and don't understand tea ceremony..."
Most children are afraid of affecting their development and will not let them drink tea. Of course, they are also tea ceremony laymen...