On Qilin Mountain, after Chen Yu and others settled down, they could not expect Miao Zhu to serve them.
Chen Yu took Leng Xiang and Xun Mei to the kitchen. Although frying and frying are not allowed here, light dishes combined with good cooking skills can make a person enjoy the most delicious food in the world.
After the porridge and side dishes and two baskets of flower rolls were prepared, Leng Xiang and Xun Mei went to deliver meals to Miao Zhu and old monk Zhihai respectively. Liang Yijin also came with her maid to help.
While eating, it was obvious that Liang Yijin was not in a good mood, and Chen Yu didn't say much.
"Mrs. Su, Yijin has gone to rest first," Liang Yijin said.
Chen Yu nodded: "It's windy on the mountain, so be sure to close the doors and windows."
In fact, Chen Yu wanted Zhou Yufeng to accompany Liang Yijin, who was Liang Ziqian's daughter after all, but seeing that Zhou Yufeng had no such intention at all, she gave up.
After Liang Yijin left, Chen Yu couldn't sit still and went to the yard next door.
The door was open and there was no one inside. After Chen Yu asked at the door, no one answered. Thinking about what the old monk Zhihai said, Chen Yu wanted to save this tea tree. Of course, he also wanted to break the branches and put them into the replacement space.
After a while, the tea tastes really good.
There is a lamp in the yard, and the stone pot for making tea is next to the tea tree. Neat firewood is placed aside. There is a stone table and bench under the tea tree, with a kettle and a red clay stove specially used for making tea.
After confirming again and again that there was really no one in the yard, Chen Yu had a feeling that it seemed to be prepared for him.
Leng Xiang held the angry wind lantern, and Chen Yu personally picked off the buds on the diseased branches.
"Yufeng, go get some water. This tea tree needs some water to loosen the soil." Chen Yu said.
Zhou Yufeng agreed and went out.
After picking some tea leaves, Chen Yu carefully picked them under the lamp. Leng Xiang and Xun Mei refused to help, so the two maids simply ran to help loosen the soil and water the tea leaves.
Chen Yu took advantage of a few people not paying attention and changed the water to Tianlaiquan.
Frying tea is a skill that Chen Yu has just learned. When the green pot is finished, Chen Yu lets the geese return to light the fire, and uses the tea broom to rotate the tea leaves in the stone pot. The first pot is full and the pot is full, and the leaves turn dark.
Green, take it out, let the temperature of the stone pot drop a little, and put it into the pot again. This time you need to use more force on your hands, and the tea leaves will also become strips in the process. This is called the second pot with more force, forming leaves into strips, and the tea juice
Once the leaf surface feels sticky, you can fry tea for the third time. If the temperature of the stone pot is lower, the tea leaves will get into the tea broom, shake slightly and scatter in the pot. After repeated operations, the tea leaves will be
The aroma of tea.
In this way, the tea frying was over. Chen Yu was so nervous that there were beads of sweat on his forehead. He spread the tea leaves to cool down, and Chen Yu sat down to taste the tea he had made.
A pot of Tianlai Spring, a pot of mountain spring water prepared by Miao Zhu, the same water with different techniques, the taste of the tea brewed will be different.
Tea brewed from Tianlai spring has a stronger aroma, while tea brewed from mountain spring water has a sweeter aftertaste.
Zhou Yufeng sat next to her and clicked her tongue: "It tastes really good. Is there anything else that grandma can't do? Even this tea is at your fingertips. I drink tea a lot. I have never tasted anything so delicious."
Yan Gui said nothing, but he felt really uneasy. He must have drank more tea than Zhou Yufeng. Even in the palace, there was no such delicious tea.
"Many people think that drinking tea and talking about tea is an elegant thing. Ordinary people's thirst can be solved with a sip of water. Moreover, it works well. People above don't like to bother about it, so naturally they don't pay attention to it. Little do they know that this tea
, a treasure." Chen Yu paused and then said: "Furthermore, the quality of the tea tree also depends on the growing environment. Not just any tea tree is good tea. Of course, the picking season and the frying method all depend on it.
,more important."
Leng Xiang's eyes gleamed as she looked at Chen Yu: "Old madam, I have heard this before."
Chen Yu smiled: "Oh? It seems that that person is also a tea lover."
Leng Xiang nodded. She heard her father say it and the old lady guessed it, so she didn't say anything further.
After tasting the tea, Chen Yu asked Leng Xiang and Xunmei to clean up everything here, put the tea leaves on the stone table, and took the people back to the yard to rest.
Zhou Yufeng jumped with heartache. As soon as she entered the house, she took Chen Yu's hand and said, "Grandma, let's get the tea back."
"That's not appropriate. Miao Zhu wants us to taste tea. Since the fried tea can still be used, we have to give it to the host to have a taste." Chen Yu lay down and said, "Let's take a closer look at the tea tree tomorrow. It's so tall.
I’ve never seen a tea tree.”
Zhou Yufeng knew what Chen Yu was thinking, and no matter how reluctant she was, she had to be obedient. She smiled and said, "It would be great if such a tea tree could be planted in Laojun Mountain."
Chen Yu does have this idea, but this kind of tea tree will not be planted in tea gardens, but can be planted in caves.
Yan Gui stayed outside and Zhou Yufeng stayed inside. After Chen Yu went to sleep, Leng Xiang and Xun Mei made a bed on the floor and slept next to them. They had to be careful when going out.
Chen Yu didn't sleep either. When she was picking tea leaves, she sent several dead branches to the space. Now she was watching the tea tree branches slowly come to life by the small pond in Tianlai Spring.
I feel really happy.
Looking up at the stone wall, ever since I discovered the clear spring on the stone wall in the cave of Laojun Mountain, the Tianlai Spring in my own space has slowly taken on the appearance of a stone wall, and now it has become a reality.
The exact size of this space is unknown. There is no boundary around it but there is thick fog.
Chen Yu took out a branch and dug a handful of soil in the super farmland, preparing to plant a tea tree next to the stone wall behind Tianlai Spring. However, within two steps of holding the soil, the soil disappeared out of thin air. Looking back, it was flat.
Chen Yu complained: "How stingy!"
Not even a handful of soil was given, so Chen Yu could only plant the branches on ordinary land.
Just when Chen Yu was busy planting tea trees, Yan Gui suddenly opened his eyes, and his body fell into the crown of the tea tree to hide himself. A black shadow appeared on the opposite roof, and Yan Gui had a few more flying missiles in his hand.
Needles, the hidden weapons he carries are all poisonous, not so poisonous that it can seal one's throat upon seeing blood, but it can easily paralyze a person.
The man in black on the opposite side pulled out a dagger, the blade reflected the moonlight. Yan Gui narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and quickly moved away with three silver needles. Did that man completely expect that someone would attack him first, and Yan Gui San was beaten solidly?
After the needle, it shook a few times and then turned around and disappeared.
The goose returned and I didn't chase it, fearing that it was a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
Sure enough, a second man in black appeared. This man was on the wall less than two feet below Yan Gui's feet.
Yan Gui determined that there was only one person coming, so a monkey grabbed the person by the neck and dragged him into the tree crown. He lowered his voice and said sternly: "Who filmed you here?"
The man in black felt his heart go cold. The proprietor said it was an old woman and a few young women. What happened? He was very good at it, but he was caught like a chicken. This time he was going to get caught!
"Say!" Yangui said in a deep voice.
At this time, more than a dozen figures appeared. Yangui knocked the person unconscious with a knife and hung him in the tree crown. He jumped up and stood in the yard.
The scent of sandalwood entered his nose, and the great monk Zhihai's loose robes swelled in the wind. He stood with one hand on his chest: "Amitabha, who dares to explore the Tanah Lot Temple at night?"