There is a huge study room, in front of a tea table.
The four of them sat down, and their eyes fell on the tea leaves that Han Zifu took out.
Zhuang Bin raised his head and looked at Han Zifu and said, "Is what I said correct?"
"What do you think, Mr. Meng?" Han Zifu looked at Meng Sen and asked.
Meng Sen thought for a moment, picked up a tea leaf, looked at it, and finally shook his head and said: "It does look a bit like Yunnan Red Golden Needle, but the color is not right!"
"Ha ha!"
Han Zifu laughed out loud at this moment, and finally looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "What do you think, Xiaobai?"
Jiang Xiaobai didn't say anything, but also picked up one, put it to the tip of his nose, smelled it, and finally put it in his mouth to taste it.
"It should be tribute tea!"
Jiang Xiaobai said.
After the words fell, Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen glared at Jiang Xiaobai at the same time.
Tribute tea?
There are too many types of tribute tea.
Biluochun, Tieguanyin, Maofeng, Maojian...
Jiang Xiaobai summed it up with a tribute tea, which is simply too much.
Then Zhuang Bin said: "I think this is tea!"
"I think these are leaves, tea leaves!" Meng Sen said lightly.
He can also talk like this.
Han Zifu shook his head.
They say that old people are playful.
What's the rivalry between these two old men and a young man?
Jiang Xiaobai also acted a little helpless at this moment.
Finally he shook his head and said: "This is indeed somewhat similar to the Yunnan Red Golden Needle, but it is very different!"
"Oh? Can you tell me one, two, or three?" Zhuang Bin glanced at Jiang Xiaobai.
"I don't dare, I'd better say it out loud!"
Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, took out another leaf and said, "This tea smells fresh and fresh, and tastes sweet!"
"Looking at the shape of the tea, it is solid and straight, the buds are golden and covered with silver... If my guess is correct, this tea is yellow tea, one of the tribute teas, White Crane Silver Needle!"
Jiang Xiaobai smiled and said: "The steam is steaming over Yunmengze and the waves are shaking Yueyang City. This is the tea I'm talking about!"
"White Crane and Silver Needle?"
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen frowned, not listening.
"It is said that Emperor Mingzong once went to court and the courtiers brewed this tea. At that time, white mist rose into the sky, resembling a white crane, so the name White Crane Silver Needle came into being!"
Jiang Xiaobai said with a smile: "Now it's called Junshan Silver Needle. Am I right, Mr. Han?"
"Ha ha!"
Han Zifu laughed heartily, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, this tea is indeed Junshan Silver Needle. Because of the small production, it is not as popular as black tea, green tea, and scented tea!"
As he said this, Han Zifu looked at Jiang Xiaobai with admiration and said, "I didn't expect Xiaobai to be able to see this!"
"Also, you said more than just one, you even said four, five, and six!"
"Ahem!"
Jiang Xiaobai felt embarrassed and said, "I've only heard of it, but I haven't drunk it yet. What Mr. Han got must be the best among them. I'm really in luck today!"
"Then who's going to make the tea?"
Han Zifu opened his mouth and pointed to the main seat.
"Don't be in a hurry to drink tea!"
Zhuang Bin spoke, looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said: "Boy, please give me a few strokes and let me see how your calligraphy is!"
"That's right!" Meng Sen also nodded lightly.
They care about this very much.
"Don't worry, drink tea first!"
Han Zifu smiled and said: "Why are you so old and so impatient!"
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen listened, sighing secretly, and finally said nothing.
"Then I'll cut the tea!"
While Jiang Xiaobai was talking, he sat in the master's seat.
"This White Crane Silver Needle is also very particular about making tea!"
Jiang Xiaobai said: "I have saved a few steps and started directly by adding tea and moistening it!"
While talking, Jiang Xiaobai began to operate. Of course, boiling water was unavoidable.
"For this tea, the best time is when the water is boiling!"
While Jiang Xiaobai was talking, he took the first pass. When he took the second pass, Jiang Xiaobai covered the lid and hid the mist inside.
As you move with the technique, you can see the tea leaves in the teapot spinning and the mist rising.
Especially the tea leaves inside are suspended in the air and then slowly sink to the bottom of the cup, like a bunch of bamboo shoots unearthed, which is really beautiful.
After a while, Jiang Xiaobai lifted the lid, and the aroma of tea immediately overflowed. He lifted the pot and poured the cup into the cup. The tea in the cup was bright and clear, very beautiful.
“Raise a glass and watch!”
Jiang Xiaobai picked up the teacup and said, "Smell the fragrance again!"
He took a breath and said with a smile: "Next, savor the taste, take the first sip and experience the mellow tea soup!"
"On the second sip, curl your tongue and inhale slightly. There are sweet taste buds on both sides of the tongue, and there are bitter taste buds on both sides. You will experience the sweetness of the tea!"
"On the third sip, let half a cup of tea soup fully touch your mouth and drink it all in one gulp. You will feel the tea soup in your mouth, like a needle pricking between your tongue, gums and teeth. It will return sweetness to your throat and the aroma of tea will hit your nostrils!"
While Jiang Xiaobai was talking and drinking a cup of tea, Zhuang Bin and Meng Lin swallowed.
This guy... really has some skills.
Now they picked up the teacups and tried what Jiang Xiaobai said.
After one cup, it is wonderful and the taste is hard to describe.
“Great tea!”
“It’s really good tea!”
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen admired at the same time.
"Tea is worse than brewing it well!"
Han Zifu put down his teacup, looked at Jiang Xiaobai with admiration and said, "It's rare to have such a skill in tea ceremony at such a young age!"
"It's rare, but I've never seen it before!"
After Zhuang Bin finished speaking, he looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "I've drank the tea too. Come on, give us a few strokes?"
Meng Sen also nodded at this moment.
Han Zifu was helpless, and finally looked at Jiang Xiaobai and said, "How about you write to them that it's okay, and we can continue to drink tea!"
"good!"
Seeing what Han Zifu said, Jiang Xiaobai finally nodded, got up and walked to the Eight Immortals table on the other side of the study.
There are all kinds of pens, inks, papers and inkstones here.
"I'll grind it for you!"
Han Zifu said with a smile.
"Thank you!"
Jiang Xiaobai took a deep breath and slowly opened a piece of paper flat.
When Han Zifu finished grinding the ink, Jiang Xiaobai picked up a brush, dipped it in the ink, scraped the ink, and put the brush on the paper, and he began to think.
Zhuang Bin and Meng Sen looked on, shaking their heads.
Don’t know how to write?
Can’t pretend anymore?
They had already guessed that there was something wrong with this kid.
Even if I actually put pen to paper, I'm afraid what comes out will just be scribblings.
Just when Zhuang Bin was about to say something, Jiang Xiaobai's smile suddenly appeared, his hand lowered and moved accordingly.
The technique is meandering and continuous.
It is also like a strong man drawing his sword, his expression moving.
In less than a moment, fourteen large characters were written horizontally on the rice paper.
When the three people's eyes fell on the fourteen big characters, their expressions were shocked at the same time.
Jiang Xiaobai's handwriting is Kuang Cao.
The brushwork is sophisticated and there is a hint of domineering in it.
The content is also very beautiful and perfectly suited to the occasion.
"The fragrance of tea is high in the clouds and mist of the mountains, and the sweetness of the water is the soul of spring frost!"
Han Zifu took a deep breath and read it directly, with an expression full of admiration: "The calligraphy is good, and the title is also good! It's exquisite, it's wonderful!"
"I have to frame this and hang it on the tea table!"
He had only seen Jiang Xiaobai's notes after the book was written, but this time he actually saw Jiang Xiaobai's writing.
A piece of wild cursive, with continuous winding strokes and a hint of passion in his domineering style.