Rebirth of the Supreme Writer

Yi Ming walked into the hall, paused in his steps, tilted his head slightly and looked at the people sitting in the hall, a little dull.

Wow... why are they here?

"Why are you so dazed? Why don't you come here quickly?" Yi Wei saw Yi Ming standing at the door of the hall and immediately shouted with a smile.

Yi Ming smiled, walked into the hall, and called out from afar: "Teacher, you came all the way here, no matter what, you have to eat before leaving, otherwise the disciples will not dare to visit the teacher's house in the future.

Let’s eat.”

"Haha..." Qi Gangyong couldn't help laughing, laughing out loud, and secretly praised Yi Ming.

Mr. Qingwen couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Come and sit down. Since the teacher is here, he naturally has to go back after dinner."

"Xiao Liu..." Qi Gangyong immediately turned to the door and shouted loudly. When he saw Xiao Liu coming in, he said again: "Go over there and bring the two deer deer legs in the cellar to Mrs. Wu."

superior."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Qingwen frowned slightly, shook his head and said nothing.

As soon as Yi Ming sat down, he glanced sideways at Mr. Qingwen's expression. His heart changed slightly, and he laughed out loud: "Grandpa Qi, you still remember that you like to eat some game when you need to urinate."

Leg meat, this makes Ming Ming very embarrassed."

"You little devil!" Mr. Qingwen stretched out his hand and tapped Yi Ming's head lightly, his eyes showing compassion and concern, and he said with a smile.

Yi Ming stretched out his hand and raised his head, and chuckled a few times. But he was also strange in his heart. He didn't know what the teacher meant by coming here. If he said that he came here to visit and chat because of his grandfather Yi Wei, Yi Ming really couldn't believe it.

Mr. Qingwen picked up the tea cup on the coffee table and took a sip of it when he heard Yi Ming suddenly say: "Wait a minute." He looked at Yi Ming strangely.

Yi Ming reached out and took the tea cup from Mr. Qingwen's hand and slowly put it down. He said with a smile: "Teacher, the tea is already cold. How about the disciples cut the tea soup into another pot and brew it in a pot?"

Mr. Qingwen was startled and then laughed, "Okay..."

When it comes to making tea, Yi Ming can't say he's very proficient, but he's not bad at all. At least he knows some of the techniques that need to be paid attention to and mastered.

Filling the kettle with water and plugging it in, Yi Ming took out the tea tray from under the coffee table and placed it on the coffee table. He took the tweezers and put the tea cups into the tray one by one. He quickly brought a bucket of water and rinsed the tea cups with clean water.

, and brought the warm water from the water dispenser to wash the teacups one by one.

Mr. Qingwen's eyes widened a bit, seeing how skillful and orderly he was. It was obvious that it didn't take him only three or two days to develop a good tea-making technique.

This..., this disciple really surprises people all the time.

"To drink tea today, just make it casually. We won't talk about the tea ceremony and the process. Of course -----, tea tasting still needs to be talked about. Otherwise, the tea you make will be like a cow chewing peonies. Wouldn't it be a big deal?

It ruins the scenery.”

Wow, this disciple is incredible.

Mr. Qingwen was greatly surprised. From what he said, it was not difficult to tell that he had been involved in the tea ceremony for many years. Otherwise, how could he understand such a complicated and complex process of making tea.

Yi Ming unplugged the power supply with a smile, held the boiling electric kettle in his hand and scalded the teacups one by one with hot water. Then he took out the tea can from under the coffee table, pulled off the lid, and pinched a handful of tea leaves.

, he came close to his nose and smelled it, and then said: "The tea is very ordinary Tieguanyin before the rain, and it has a slightly stale taste. But if you keep a normal mind and taste the tea slowly and calmly, it still has a different taste."

Mr. Qingwen couldn't help it anymore, "Obviously, you are skillful in your movements and move freely. It is obvious that you have mastered the tea ceremony to a certain extent. Who did you learn this from?"

Yi Ming smiled inexplicably and did not explain anything, but said with a smile: "There are four taboos in drinking tea. The first taboo is 'having a restless heart; the second taboo is being noisy; the third taboo is empty stomach and overfullness;

Don't worry about the environment or your mood. Of course... let's have tea, so naturally we don't have to pay too much attention."

Make tea, brew it, divide the tea soup evenly, and place them one by one in front of everyone.

Seeing Yi Mingyou's flowing movements, Mr. Qingwen was amazed and thought that he could not do what Yi Ming did.

Just the skillful process and actions of making tea are enough to make people happy.

Yi Ming had no intention of showing off, but sincerely wanted to make tea for his teacher, Mr. Qingwen. This was out of his deep respect for his teacher, Mr. Qingwen.

Mr. Qingwen picked up the teacup and took a small sip of the fragrant and golden tea soup in the cup. He rolled his mouthpiece for a while before swallowing. He suddenly said with a smile on his face: "Yes, the aroma is strong and sweet, the tea is astringent and sweet, and the tongue and teeth are

Stay fragrant."

Putting down the tea cup, Mr. Qingwen looked at Yi Mingxiao and asked, "I heard that you agreed to join the creative team of the Central Youth League today? Resign, that place is really not suitable for you."

Yi Ming was stunned and didn't ask why. He just nodded and said, "Okay... I'll talk to Mr. Zhao tomorrow morning."

Mr. Qingwen nodded happily and said, "Very good. Come to my place first tomorrow morning and I'll accompany you there. It's been a long time since I've been there to chat, and I really want to go and have a look."

Regarding what his teacher, Mr. Qingwen, said, Yi Ming knew in his heart that he would not let anything go. As for the reason, the teacher would tell him without asking him.