The four of them gathered around the stove, their expressions solemn and serious.

In fact, Tang Yuanming and old man Pan Shoucheng were already very tired. After all, they were studying the most physically demanding process.

Logically speaking, in this state, I should rest for a night and fight again tomorrow.

But Jiang Che’s tea leaves can’t wait any longer, after the tea leaves have been shaken.

Broken edges and prolonged exposure to air will affect the quality of the tea.

So today we must make the tea in one go.

Jiang Che lit the stove to evaporate the water stains in the iron pot.

The temperature of the iron pot slowly rose, and Mr. Tang reached out and carefully felt the temperature inside the pot.

When you think it's almost done, take the dustpan and pour the tea leaves in.

The amount of tea leaves in this basket is not very large, just enough to cover the bottom of the pot.

Then Mr. Tang began to stir the tea up and down continuously. Good tea is good tea.

When frying, the leaves feel delicate to the touch of your palm, unlike wild tea leaves which are prickly.

Tang Yuanming was cooking very seriously and attentively, not daring to slack off in the slightest.

I was afraid that the precious tea would be ruined due to my negligence.

After stir-frying for about ten minutes, a rich aroma of tea begins to spread.

The people who smelled this fragrance immediately felt peace in their hearts.

It was so refreshing, and the dim and hot kitchen seemed to become a little brighter.

Fairy tea is fairy tea. Xiao Che is really amazing.

Nothing he took out of his hands was ordinary. They had never heard of such extraordinary tea.

The aroma of this tea is not like Longjing or Tieguanyin. Anyway, this taste is a tea aroma they have never smelled before.

Very delicate and refreshing.

With the refreshing effect of the tea fragrance, Mr. Tang was even more energetic and had more focused energy to make this pot of tea.

When the emerald green tea leaves gradually turned dim, Mr. Tang immediately grabbed the tea leaves.

Then it was quickly handed over to Mr. Pan to be rolled and twisted to ensure the original flavor of the tea.

Mr. Pan specially changed to a new winnowing basket. During the kneading process, a large amount of green juice stained the winnowing basket.

The aroma of tea in the kitchen became even stronger, and the three old men stared at the tea leaves nervously.

Mr. Pan kneaded the tea leaves for about fifteen minutes and stopped immediately when he saw that the tea leaves had turned into strips.

Then it was handed over to old man Tang Yuanming to stir-fry for the second time. Seeing this, Jiang Che quickly reduced the fire in the stove.

Pour the tea leaves back into the iron pot and stir-fry them again.

The moisture inside the tea leaves evaporates quickly, the leaves begin to curl up, and the fragrance of the tea leaves is also firmly locked in.

The aroma in the kitchen gradually dissipated.

The tea leaves shrank into crooked pieces, almost the same size, like little dark green snakes.

Old Master Tang grabbed the tea leaves and threw them into the air, and the tea leaves immediately scattered and fell down.

It makes a rustling sound when it falls into the iron pot, which is very pleasant.

Seeing this, Tang Yuanming immediately grabbed the tea leaves and the task was finally completed successfully.

Tang Yuanming breathed a sigh of relief, "Old Sun, the rest is up to you."

"No problem, give it to me."

Old Man Sun nodded solemnly, took the winnowing basket, and everyone went outside together.

I found a piece of clean gauze and placed it on the drying cage, waiting for the tea leaves to cool to room temperature.

Grandpa Sun carefully spread the tea leaves on the gauze, and then the four of them sat on small stools and looked at the tea leaves carefully.

The sun gradually set and fell into the mountains in the west.

The setting sun burned the entire sky red, and the orange-red light of the fiery clouds filled the world.

The entire Huaxi Village was suddenly immersed in a red misty atmosphere, without the sun to provide continuous heat.

Because of the mosses, the heat capacity of the campus is very limited, so it doesn't seem so hot.

With the four of them warming themselves by the fire, the heat wasn't so unbearable.

"Grandpa, is your tea not ready yet?"

At this time, Tang Tian pushed the door open and walked in, followed by Lingzhi.

They waited at home for a long time, but Jiang Che and the others didn't come back, so they came over to take a look out of curiosity.

"Don't speak, girl. Now is the critical moment."

Old Master Tang glanced at Tang Tian and said in a low voice.

Old Master Sun didn't even raise his head, but was carefully turning over the tea leaves on the gauze.

Seeing the three old men's serious expressions, Tang Tian held the little civet cat, stuck out her tongue, shrank her neck, and then carefully walked to Jiang Che and watched curiously.

"Come sit and watch, it will be ready soon."

Jiang Che immediately stood up and pulled Tang Tian to sit on his small stool. Tang Yuanming glanced at Jiang Che and then looked away.

"Brother, you are too biased."

Lingzhi, who followed over, pouted and spoke in a low voice.

Jiang Che just smiled and said nothing. It’s better to be low-key when showing affection, as her grandfather is still here.

Tang Tian sat down embarrassedly. When she got closer, she could smell a faint fragrance of tea, which was very comfortable.

No wonder the three old men came so close and were not afraid of the heat at all, just to smell the fragrance of the tea!

It’s true, the tea smells really good, and Tang Tian couldn’t help but feel her ears and eyes cleared.

After baking for about five more minutes, Grandpa Sun picked up a tea leaf that had completely curled up, applied a little force, and the tea leaf broke immediately.

Every piece of this tea is a treasure, and Mr. Sun is reluctant to grind it into powder.

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