80s Taoism

"Good tea! Really! Good tea!" Zhong Jinxiang exclaimed.

Is it so delicious? The people in the village are a little confused. Seeing the black tuft that Zhang Jiaohua had made, I felt a little unbearable to look straight.

Zhang Dechun took a tile bowl and grabbed a handful of the tea leaves fried by Zhong Jinxiang. Then poured a bowl of water.

"I'm not talking about this. The tea made by Hua Pao is delicious!" Zhong Jinxiang thought that the people at Mei Zi'ao had misunderstood what he meant.

Zhang Jiwang looked at the black ball of tea made by Zhang Jiaohua with some disbelief: "This is tea? I have lived for dozens of years, and I haven't seen such tea!"

"Then what do you think tea should look like? It's right for you to think that tea should be leaf by leaf. You are really ignorant. I dare say that this tea is much better than those so-called famous teas." Zhong Jinxiang said.

Zhang Manyin didn't hesitate to believe his grandson this time, and walked over to grab a bunch of black tea. Zhong Jinxiang hurriedly pulled Zhang Manyin, "Wait, where can I get so many tea leaves for making a bowl of tea? Here, such a small grab is enough!"

Zhong Jinxiang gave Zhang Manyin a ball of black tea the size of a little finger and placed it in Zhang Manyin's tile bowl.

Zhang Dechun took a look and felt that the lump of tea was just rubbed off by Jigong, "I'd better drink this."

Zhang Dechun shook his head and blew the tea in the bowl, and took a sip, "Well, good tea, good tea. This is much better than our tea."

Zhong Jinxiang smiled bitterly, what is his own level of fried tea, is he still unclear? Even if the quality of the tea is good, without the corresponding superb level of fried tea, there is no way to improve the taste of the tea to the extreme. Compared with Zhang Jiaohua's tea, it is almost a thousand miles away.

Zhang Manyin looked at the black ball in the tile bowl in the water, but it quickly dissolved. A small ball of tea leaves did not leave any residue, and the bowl of water had already turned dark green.

"Man Yin, why are you in a daze? Take a bite!" Zhang Dechun smiled and looked at Zhang Man Yin.

Zhang Manyin took a sip of the tile bowl with a full stomach of suspicion, his eyes widened, as if he had eaten a ginseng fruit, his whole body was indescribably refreshing, and the tiredness of labor was swept away, and a refreshing feeling came. .

"How is it?" Zhang Jiwang asked curiously. Zhang Manyin's look was weird, which made him a little strange. There are so many weird things about this kid. But he didn't expect that he would be able to make such a ball of tea out of his ingenuity.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, it's really delicious. Brother Jiwang, try it now. Absolutely!" Zhang Manyin is the dumbest, and doesn't know how to describe this tea as good.

Zhang Jiwang had no doubts at this moment, and quickly took a tile bowl, ready to get tea. Zhong Jinxiang had prepared early and pinched a handful of tea leaves from the top and put them in Zhang Jiwang's bowl.

Zhang Dechun felt that the tea he had drunk was the best tea in the world, and he felt that Zhang Manyin must have never seen the world before. With a little taste, he felt that he was making a fuss after drinking Qiongye Yuye. Drink the best tea by yourself. After all, someone as old as Zhong Jinxiang's tea maker, can't he still be a babble?

"Man Yin, Man Yin, my tea is delicious. Where would you drink any tea?" Zhang Dechun said unconvinced.

"I'm the real good tea!" Zhang Man was awkward, and naturally he couldn't say that Zhang Dechun.

Zhang Jiwang smiled, "What are you two arguing about? Don't you know whose tea is really good after drinking?"

Zhang Dechun felt that Zhang Jiwang was right, "Come on, I'll change it with you."

But Zhang Manyin refused to do it, "I won't drink it with you, you want to drink it and soak it yourself."

Zhang Dechun smiled, "Look at you like this. Forget it, I will make a bowl of drink."

Zhang Dechun also took a bowl and went to Zhong Jinxiang to get a pinch of black tea called Huacao.

Zhang Jiwang's tea has already been brewed, and he took a sip, and sincerely praised, "It's really good tea. I really can't see it, such a black tuft, it tastes so good. You are such a villain to call flowers. You can actually be able to. Make such a good tea. Why do I still get a smell of medicine?"

Zhong Jinxiang heard the words and savored it carefully. The tea fragrance really contained a faint medicinal smell, but this medicinal smell not only did not destroy the tea fragrance of the tea, but made the fragrance of the tea more meaningful.

"I used the method of concocting medicinal materials. Of course, it has a medicinal taste. This tea is originally a kind of medicinal materials." Zhang Jiaohua said.

At this time, Zhang Dechun also made the tea. Looking at the jade-green tea in the bowl, Zhang Dechun felt that the tea seemed to be better than the tea fried by Zhong Jinxiang. Of course, based on the color of the tea, he couldn't tell which tea was good and which was bad. The most straightforward way to compare which is better is to taste it.

Zhang Dechun took a sip, immediately showing an incredible expression, and took another sip in disbelief. The taste is really good!

"How is it?" Zhang Manyin looked at Zhang Dechun with a smile.

"No wonder you didn't want to give me your tea on a football day. Why is this tea so delicious? Originally Master Zhong's tea is already delicious~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I didn't expect this tea to be even more. It tastes better." As soon as Zhang Dechun finished speaking, he glanced at Zhong Jinxiang a little embarrassed.

Zhong Jinxiang didn't care at all, and smiled, "This time it's worth it, and it's worth it to be able to drink tea made by jokes, to lose face."

People in the village also wanted to make tea that Zhang Jiaohua would drink. Zhang Jiaohua only concocted a few taels of tea leaves, and finally produced less than one or two teas. There were a handful of people, and in the end Zhong Jinxiang held a tea cake in his hand, leaving a ball less than the size of a ping-pong ball. Let Zhong Jinxiang feel distressed. For such a superb tea, you should sit down and drink slowly in an elegant environment. With such a big bowl for one person and a big mouthful, it is simply a horrible thing. But isn't tea used to quench thirst? These hard-working people suddenly relieved their fatigue. Isn't it the true purpose of tea? Thinking of this, Zhong Jinxiang smiled again on his face.

"Call the flower, it seems that I can't help you here." Zhong Jinxiang is naturally embarrassed to be the master of roasting tea. The tea he fried out was a thousand miles away from the tea made by Zhang Jiaohua. Why is he so embarrassed to continue making tea here?

"Master Zhong, you can't go. Although I can process tea, but such a large gardening farm, so many teas, processed like me, when will I be able to process the tea here?" Zhang Jiaohua Said with a wry smile.

Although Zhang Jiaohua can concoct tea leaves by concocting Chinese medicine, he can concoct one or two tea leaves at a time, and he cannot produce one or two catties of tea a whole day. This tea will not wait slowly. After two days, the tea will grow old without picking. Although Zhong Jinxiang's stir-frying method produces a lot of poor tea, but the yield is high. Zhong Jinxiang can guide the villagers in the operation. Naturally, the tea produced can be fried in time. (To be continued.)