My Cold And Beautiful Wife Chapter 158

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Ye Fan said in a low voice: "They are calming their hearts, and only by immersing their hearts in the tea can they brew the best tea."

"Oh …" Du Yun'er's face was full of concentration as she watched attentively, as though she had forgotten why she was here in the first place.

Finally, after about ten minutes or so, Ning Zimo and Hu Tian, Hui Hai, began to move at the same time.

Light a charcoal fire, boil water, make tea …

The somewhat difference was that Huutian Hui Hai's expression was more serious. Every step seemed exquisite and meticulous, and it was also extremely quiet, almost without making any sound.

Ning Zimo, on the other hand, wore a faint smile on her face. Her expression was light as if she was playing a piece of music, enjoying herself.

Both of them were completely focused on the tea, paying no attention to what was happening around them.

Watching the two people make tea, it was as if they were adding ink to a lifelike landscape painting, indulging in love with the mountains and rivers, singing the wine and living a carefree life.

"So powerful... "I can already taste the flavor of the tea before I've even tasted it..." Du Yun'er enviously muttered.

Ye Fan smiled. He, too, enjoyed watching Ning Xuemo's tea ceremony.

"This is the charm of the Way of Tea. When the art reaches the highest level, it wants to shake a person's soul, it's definitely not a visual stimulation," Ye Fan said.

As they were talking, Ning Xuemo and Hu Tian, Hui Hai, stopped what they were doing and completed the step of making the tea.

The two of them used trays to place five cups of tea in front of the judges.

Ye Fan pulled Du Yun'er's hand, walking forward and said, "Everyone, do you mind letting us have a taste?"

The judges were all amiable old men, so they had no objections.

Ning Xuemo smiled and brought out two cups of tea, pa.s.sing them over to Ye Fan and Du Yun'er.

Du Yun'er thanked him and took a sip of her tea. Immediately, she felt the tea seeping into her heart as she said in pleasant surprise, "This tea tastes really good. I've never tasted a tea with such strong flavors before and don't feel any astringency."

"Little girl, try mine," at this time, Futian Hui Hai also brought his tea and said in Chinese that was not quite standard.

Ye Fan and Du Yun'er also tasted it, and also felt that the taste was very good.

"It's better to be able to tell who's better, I feel very good," Du said, vexed.

"Silly girl, it's not like I'm letting you be the referee." Ye Fan said with a smile.

A few of the senior tea ceremony judges were exchanging views.

After five or six minutes, the judge in the middle said, "We have finally determined that Purple Leaf Tea House has won this compet.i.tion."

Hearing this, Ka Tian, Hui Hai, suddenly said with dissatisfaction: "Judge, what's the reason?"

The judges said: "The tea brewed by the two of you did not fall behind, but in the process of brewing the tea, Miss Ning displayed a certain kind of artistic conception, which led to more fanciful thoughts.

"Perhaps it is because Mr. Hirota was too focused on winning or losing that he was unable to do the best."

Futian's Hui Hai frowned. He had noticed that when Ning Xuemo was making tea, the feeling she exuded was not the same as his. She seemed more like a tall mountain and flowing water, conforming to the concept of the Way of Tea.

He took a cup of Ning Xuemo's tea and savored it before letting out a long sigh.

"I've lost. Indeed, there is no difference in taste. In terms of the conception of the process, I'm lacking a bit," said Huutian Hui Hai.

Ning Xuemo also spoke politely, "The Lucky Tea Dao pa.s.sed down by Mister Fu Tian has been around for more than four hundred years. There are many things to admire about it. Today's compet.i.tion has gained a lot from it."

On the other hand, Hutian Hui Hai waved his hand and began to ask in Fusang, "I would like to ask Miss Ning a question. When you were making tea just now, what were you thinking about? How could you be so ethereal and natural?"

Ning Xuemo didn't understand Fu Sang's language, so she could only turn to the judges beside her. Two of the judges were Fu Sang's people, and that was to be fair.

After listening to the translation, Ning Zimo smiled and replied, "I just silently recited two lines in my heart, 'The Treasure Cauldron Tea is green, and the Foggy Window Chess is cool'. Imagine the mood and immerse yourself in the Way of Tea."

After saying this, the judges felt troubled. They did not know how to translate the ancient texts.

Ye Fan sighed, walking up and suddenly saying in the fluent Fusang language, "At that time, Miss Ning was thinking of two couplets, from China's' Dream of the Red Chamber '.

What he meant was that the precious cauldron no longer boiled tea. Green vapour was still drifting around the room, and the chess game under the window had already been completed. His fingers even felt a little cold.

These two couplets were written by a young master named Baoyu in that novel. He had a.s.similated visual and sense of touch experiences into the couplet, and also depicted the leisure and elegance brought about by the Way of Tea and the Way of Chess. "

Everyone present stared blankly at Ye Fan, especially Du Yun'er, whose beautiful eyes were filled with amazement.

"Young sir, your Fusang language is really good and your explanation is very clear. Your Chinese culture is indeed vast and profound!

Many of us, Fu Sang, feel that the Way of Tea only exists in Fu Sang, and that the Dao of Tea in China does not have any foundation. Today, it can be considered an eye-opener. "

Ning Xuemo had a face full of pride. This was the man she liked. Not only in terms of martial arts, but also in terms of cultivation, he was able to communicate with her.

After chatting for a while more, Futian Hui Hai and a few other judges were sent away by Ning Xuemo.

Ning Zimo had changed into her usual clothes and asked Zhao Zhong to arrange for lunch before coming to stand in front of Ye Fan and Du Yun'er.

"Ye Fan, don't you want to introduce her to me? Who is she?"

Ye Fan remembered, but didn't have the time to introduce her, so he said: "She's called Du Yun'er, I knew her when I was young at the orphanage, she can be considered my closest sister."

"Oh... I've heard you mention it quite a few times! "Ning Xuemo extended her hand in a straightforward manner," h.e.l.lo. My name is Ning Xuemo, I'm the Lady Boss of this place. "

It was the first time for Du Yun'er to see such a beautiful woman filled with beauty. She felt a little inferior to her. She extended her hand to shake hands with Ning Zimo.

"Miss Ning. Your name is so nice to hear … "

Just as she finished speaking, Du Yun'er suddenly remembered something. Her delicate body trembled and her eyes widened, "Miss Ning … You. "Your name …"

"What happened to my name?" Ning Xuemo did not understand.

Ye Fan said with a chuckle, "Yun'er, the Ning'er in front of you is the Purple Bamboo Forest's president. How about it? Is she the same as the gangster boss you imagined?"

Du Yun'er felt that her legs had already become weak. She looked at the man with grievance and grievance. The difference between her image and her ident.i.ty was too big!

Hearing this, Ning Zimo knew the ins and outs of what had happened. She rolled her eyes at the man and took the initiative to step forward and hold onto Du Yun'er's hand, "Little Sister Yun'er, don't be afraid. Although our Violet Bamboo Forest is an underground gang, ever since I've taken office, I've never touched drugs or sold people.

The only difference between us and ordinary business is that we manage things differently, and we settle disputes on our own, not with the police. " Chapter error, point this report (registered free)

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