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Ye Fan whispered: "They are in the heart, only the heart is immersed in the tea, in order to cook the best tea."

"Oh..." Du Yuner looked at his face and looked at it very seriously. He forgot what he was here for.

Finally, after about ten minutes, Ning Zimo and Oda Huihai began to move at the same time.

Point charcoal fire, boil water, brew tea...

Somewhat different is that Oda Huihai's expression is more serious. Every process is exquisite, elegant, and very quiet, with almost no sound.

Ning Zi Mo is a faint smile with a light cloud, as if playing a piece of music and enjoying himself.

Both of them concentrated their attention on the tea and had turned a deaf ear to everything around them.

Looking at the two people to make tea, it seems to be a vivid painting of the landscape in the ink, indulge in the landscape, sing the wine, and live a happy life.

"It's so powerful... I feel that I haven't tasted tea yet, I can already appreciate the taste of tea..." Du Yuner muttered enviously.

Ye Fan smiled, and he also liked to watch the tea art of Ning Zi Mo, which was pleasing to the eye.

"This is the charm of the tea ceremony. Art is at the highest level. It is to inspire people's souls. It is not a visual stimulus." Ye Fandao.

During the speech, Ning Zi Mo and Oda Hui Hai stopped the action and completed the steps of tea.

The two used a tray to send five cups of tea to the referees.

Ye Fan pulled the hand of Ladu Yuner and went forward: "Don't you mind, let us taste it too?"

Several judges are also old-fashioned, and naturally have no opinions.

Ning Zimo smiled and took two cups of tea and handed it over to Ye Fan and Du Yuner.

Du Yuner thanked him for a sip of the scent, and immediately felt into the heart and spleen, and said with surprise: "This tea is so delicious, I have never tasted tea that tastes so rich and doesn't feel embarrassed."

"Little girl, you tasted me." Oda Huihai also brought his tea at this time, saying it in a non-standard Chinese.

Ye Fan and Du Yuner also tasted a bit, and they also felt very good.

"How is this better? I feel very good," Du Yun said with distress.

"Stupid girl, it is not for you to be a referee", Ye Fan laughed.

Several senior tea ceremony judges exchanged opinions.

After five or six minutes, the judge in the middle said: "This time we tried, we finally decided that the purple leaf teahouse won."

Oda Hiroshi heard it and suddenly dissatisfied: "Judges, what is the reason?"

The judges said: "The two boiled teas have done a good job, but in the process of cooking tea, Miss Ning has shown a kind of artistic conception that leads to more thoughts.

This may be because Mr. Oda is too focused and winning, so he failed to do his best."

Oda Huihai frowned. He noticed that Ning Zimo’s feeling of exhaling when he was cooking tea was not the same as that of him. It was even more like a mountain stream, which was in line with the mood of the tea ceremony.

He took a cup of Ning Zi Mo's tea and gave it a sigh.

"I lost. It is true that there is no difference in this taste. In the artistic conception of the process, I am worse", Oda Hiroshi.

Ning Zimo also said quite politely: "There is a lot of music that has been passed down by Mr. Oda for more than four hundred years. There are indeed many places to be admired. Today's test has benefited a lot."

Oda Hiroshi is waving his hand and began to ask in Fuso language: "I want to ask Miss Ning a question. What did you think when you were cooking tea? How can you do this kind of ethereal and natural?"

Ning Zi Mo did not understand Fusang, but had to ask for the judges next to him. There were two judges in the jury, Fusang, which is also for fairness.

After listening to the translation, Ning Zimo smiled and replied: "I just meditate two words in my heart, 'Bao Ding tea is still green, and the window is still cool." Imagine the mood and let yourself be immersed. In the tea ceremony."

After this was said, the judges who were next to the translation were guilty. They did not know how to translate the two ancient texts.

Ye Fan sighed and suddenly used the fluent Fusang to say: "Miss Ning thought at the time, it was two couplets, from Xia Guo's "Dream of Red Mansions".

Probably means that Baoding does not brew tea, and there is still green water vapor in the room. The chess game under the window has already been given up, and the fingers still feel cool.

The two recitals are the one in the novel, a son named Bao Yu, who combines the visual and tactile experiences, and depicts the elegant and elegant feelings brought by the tea ceremony and the chess path. ”

Everyone present was watching Ye Fan, especially Du Yuner, and the beauty was full of surprise.

Oda Huihai suddenly realized that she had a thumbs up. "This young gentleman, your Fusang language is really good, and the explanation is very clear. You Xia Guo culture is really profound!

Many of us in Fuso think that the tea ceremony is only available to Fusang, and the tea ceremony of Xia Guo has no foundation. Today is an eye-opener. ”

Ning Zimo is proud of her face. This is the man she likes. Not only does she admire her in force, but even her inner self-cultivation can communicate with her.

After chatting for a while, Oda Huihai and several judges were sent away by Ning Zi.

Ning Zi Mo changed his usual home clothes, let Zhao Zhong arrange a lunch before he came to Ye Fan and Du Yuner.

"Ye Fan, you are not going to tell me, who is this beauty?"

Ye Fan remembered that he had not had time to introduce it, so he said: "She is Du Yuner, who I met when I was a child, and I am the closest sister to me."

"Oh... I heard you talk about it several times." Ning Zimo quickly reached out and said, "Hello, my name is Ning Zi Mo, the boss wife here."

Du Yuner was the first to see such a beautiful and full of connotation of women, all have a little inferiority, reaching out and holding a grip with Ning Zi.

"Miss Ning... your name is so nice..."

When the voice just fell, Du Yuner suddenly remembered something, and the body was trembled, and the Ming was so big. "Miss Ning...you...your name..."

"What happened to my name?" Ning Zi was puzzled.

Ye Fan said with a smile: "Yun, the Ninger in front of you is the president of Zizhulin. How about it, is it the same as the gangster big sister you imagined?

Du Yuner feels that his legs are already imaginary, and he is wronged and looks at the man with resentment. The contrast between the image and the identity is too big!

When Ning Zi Mo heard this, he almost knew the ins and outs. When he took a look at the man, he took the initiative to pull Du Yun’s hand. "You are a younger sister, you should not be afraid. Although our Zizhulin is an underground gang, I took office. Since then, I have never touched drugs and never sold people.

The only difference between us and the ordinary business companies is that our management model is different, and we solve some disputes on our own, not relying on the police."