Chapter 36 Kung Fu Tea roared so loudly that Chai Heng hugged Ji Shubai's waist...
Wuyi tea is a black tea and is not very popular in Suzhou. If Chai Heng had not been in the tea business, it would have been difficult to get it out immediately.
He chose a set of white-glazed tea sets from the Dehua kiln for the tea bowls and cups. The white porcelain was delicate, with smooth lines. When Song Jin held it in his hands, he felt that it was a work of art with the naked eye.
If there is no tea strainer tray, you can only use a wooden tray covered with a bamboo tray to pretend.
The kettle should be made of metal so that it can keep heat better, and the spout should be long and thin so that it looks better when pouring water.
Chai Heng didn't understand all this. When he heard Song Jin specifically asking for this and that, he felt strange but obeyed. He told his servants to go and get them.
He wanted to see what tricks Song Jin was going to play this time.
The two sat opposite each other, Song Jin arranged the tea utensils one by one, and then began her performance.
Dark tea leaves are placed in the tea bowl and boiling water is poured in from the slender spout.
"This step is called water injection." Song Jin explained as he operated: "This step is called scraping foam."
The tea lid went around the edge of the tea bowl and finally stopped at an angle on the edge of the tea bowl, which made Chai Heng's eyes widen.
"Is this possible?"
Song Jin smiled, knowing that he had fooled Chai Heng, so he continued: "This step is called rubbing tea."
The edge of the tea lid was inserted into the tea bowl, and the tea leaves were "rubbed" against the tea bowl. After circling the bowl twice, the lid was closed and he said, "This step is called shaking the fragrance."
With his fingertips pressing the lid, he swung the bowl in circles, and the boiling water flowed down the edge of the bowl. The lid had been heated for a long time and was now hot to the touch. Song Jin did not dare to let go and could only endure it.
"The next step is to go out to sea."
Song Jin pinched the edge of the tea bowl, and frowned as soon as it touched his brows. This was not much different from sticking his fingers into boiling water.
Because there was no tea pet at that time, Song Jin didn't make a fuss and poured it directly into a deep cup with a slanted mouth, using it as a fairness cup. He then poured the tea from the deep cup into the white porcelain cup, using it only as water for washing the cup.
Tilt the cup holder sideways, pour out the tea in the saucer, fill it with water for the second time, pour the tea directly into the deep cup, and then divide it into small teacups.
Song Jin picked up a teacup and handed it to Chai Heng: "My lord, please have some tea."
Chai Heng stared with his big round eyes and took the teacup blankly: "Is this Kung Fu tea?"
"Exactly."
He picked up the teacup and took a sip. For some reason, he seemed to be distracted and burned his lips unexpectedly. He cried out "ouch" and vomited again.
"It's good, but..." He looked Song Jin up and down. He was wearing a cotton shirt, which was really too shabby.
"Sir, I am the shopkeeper of Shi Ding Lou, not a singing girl, so it is not appropriate to be too fancy."
Song Jin knew what he was thinking, but she didn't want to cause any trouble. Besides, the person coming was the Censor, and if she dressed so gorgeously, wouldn't she be walking into trouble?
Being low-key is the safest option.
"Yes, it's not good to be too fancy, but this dress is old."
Chai Heng thought for a moment and said, "Well, come with me to the back and practice a few more times for me. I'll also call a tailor to make you a new set of clothes. Your current clothes are really shabby."
Chai Heng repeatedly emphasized that he was shabby, and Song Jin couldn't help but look at himself. He was still wearing the cotton clothes he had made at the beginning. Then he looked at Chai Heng, and saw that he was wearing a moon-white and ground-blue Taoist robe with a lotus pattern. He looked like a big blue butterfly, extremely dazzling.
Since he had new clothes to wear, Song Jin naturally didn't care about anything. Chai Heng told the servants to take the tea utensils and tea leaves and go to the back.
The last time Song Jin came was during the Chinese Valentine's Day banquet. It was night and she was busy, so her mood was quite different from today. This time, she saw the path clearly.
Chai Heng walked in front, and Song Jin followed behind. They went out of the octagonal door on the side and entered the corridor. After walking up the corridor for a while, Song Jin was led into a path before he had time to appreciate the scenery outside the corridor.
On the stone path, banana trees and green bamboos alternate, rockery is scattered around, and hibiscus occasionally pokes its head out. After passing through a moon-shaped door, the view suddenly becomes broad.
The lake was green, the sky and the earth were the same color, and there was a small pavilion at the end of the stone path beside the lake, but there was no wall in sight. Chai Heng led the way, and the wind was mixed with the unique sweet fragrance of golden osmanthus.
A rich man.
Song Jin sighed in her heart, this is not a home, it is simply a paradise. No wonder the reward was so generous. If it were her, she would be generous too.
"I've thought about it. When the censor comes home that day, I'll hold a banquet here. It's quiet, the scenery is good, and it won't seem too ostentatious."
Song Jin kept praising Chai Heng for his good intentions, and in his heart he really felt that Chai Heng was thoughtful.
They sat down and rearranged the tea utensils. Song Jin reminded them that a stove would be needed that day as she would need boiling water at any time.
Chai Heng agreed and ordered his servants to prepare everything according to his requirements.
Song Jin made tea several times again according to his memory, and Chai Heng ran back and forth several times to drink it. Song Jin pinched his ears to cool his fingers while no one was around.
Two fingers on my right hand are red from being burned, so I need to practice more.
At this time, the tailor came into the yard and helped Song Jin to measure his body. Chai Heng asked him to get a piece of fine Songjiang cotton cloth to make clothes for him. After giving the order, he turned to Song Jin with regret and said, "This is the first time I've made cotton clothes for someone. It's embarrassing."
Song Jin smiled and said, "Don't your servants wear cotton clothes?"
Chai Heng said: "This matter is not my business."
Song Jin understood that it was his wife's business, so he didn't care about it.
After Chai Heng finished speaking, he looked at Song Jin again, and finally his eyes fell on Song Jin's hands. He couldn't help but reach out and grab them.
Just when Song Jin thought she was going to experience sexual harassment in the workplace, Chai Heng spoke up: "Oh, what a pity for these hands. The tea art is so good, but why are the hands so rough?"
Song Jin rolled his eyes in his heart. It turned out that he disliked that his fingers were too rough and it looked ugly when playing with the cups.
"Have you ever seen Yujiao who is good at playing the pipa? Her hands are so beautiful. If she were to make tea, she would definitely be much prettier than you."
Song Jin felt disdained, but he didn't bother to pay attention to him. He let him hold his wrist and look at him from near and far, left and right, while he stared at the wide sleeves of Chai Heng's Taoist robe.
The flash-forged fabric is really beautiful and very eye-catching. The pattern flashes when the fabric moves. If it is changed into a pattern of hundreds of butterflies, wouldn’t Chai Heng become a giant flower cluster?
While thinking, Song Jin stretched out his free hand and grabbed a piece of sleeve.
The fabric is soft, silky and extremely comfortable to wear in summer. I would be so happy if I could wear it in my life.
The two of them were like this, one disliking his hands, the other envious of his clothes, and neither noticed that someone was walking nearby.
"Chai Heng!"
For the first time, Song Jin had a concrete feeling of the Hedong Lion's Roar. Her eardrums were aching from the vibration. At the same time, she felt her hand being swung and hit directly on the stone table. She grimaced in pain.
Before he could even complain, Mrs. Chai appeared before him.
"Well done, Chai Heng. I thought those lackeys hadn't come recently, but it turns out they were replaced. I didn't ask you to go to Red Light Lane, but you stayed at home and played the cook."
Song Jin: “…”
Before Chai Heng could say a word to Song Jin, a Dehua white-glazed teacup on the table was smashed at Song Jin's feet, and Song Jin jumped three feet high in shock.
I'm not afraid of it being smashed, I just feel sorry for the cup. If I don't want it anymore, I can give it to her. It would be a shame to smash it.
"You two are here in broad daylight, right here in the backyard, do you think I'm dead?"
Song Jin: “…”
"Madam, please listen to my explanation..."
It would have been fine if Chai Heng didn't say anything. As soon as he opened his mouth, a fat hand grabbed his ear, pulling the corners of his mouth out of shape.
When Song Jin saw this situation, he realized that Chai Heng could no longer control himself. If he stayed any longer, he would be beaten, so he quickly said goodbye.
"My Lord, I will go home first. I will go home first."
In his hasty retreat, he grabbed a cup and a teacup from the table and shouted as he ran, "I'll go back and practice some more."
Song Jin ran fast, with his hands full of things, and headed straight out along the path.
As the saying goes, enemies often meet on a narrow road. At the end of the path, there is a green bamboo pole standing prominently.
Song Jin stood there, not knowing whether to go forward or backward. He wanted to bow, but his hands were full of things.
It seems that the Ming Dynasty did not have the practice of kneeling and bowing, right?
Song Jin really didn't know what to do, so she could only stand there with her neck shrunk until the green bamboo pole slightly tilted to make way for her.
"Thank you, Master Ji..."
The voice was very soft, and Song Jin bent down and walked past him spinelessly, and Mrs. Chai's loud voice came from behind him.
"Even if you want to find someone, you should find someone clean and pretty. What good is that dry firewood stick?"
Song Jin felt extremely aggrieved. He pouted and looked back at the pavilion, but he didn't see the pavilion. Instead, he saw Ji Shubai's straight body.
He didn't move and still looked at Song Jin.
Song Jin didn't dare to stay any longer and turned around and ran away.
Ji Shubai waited until Song Jin's figure disappeared in the moon-shaped gate before he walked towards the pavilion. It was a lively time at that moment.
"Madam, madam, this is a misunderstanding, a huge misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? I saw it clearly. The two of you were here, holding hands, showing your deep affection for each other."
Mrs. Chai stood in the middle of the pavilion with her hands on her hips, cursing. Chai Heng covered his ears and huddled in a corner, looking extremely aggrieved.
Seeing Ji Shubai coming, he hurriedly asked for help: "Shubai, please help me talk, I really didn't do anything, I just drank tea."
"Drink tea? Do you think I'm stupid? When have you ever drunk Wuyi tea before? This was his idea, right?"
Chai Heng was so anxious that tears came down. He rushed over and hugged Ji Shubai's arm and said, "I am really wronged. I heard that Lord Luo was coming, so I thought of holding a banquet at home. I also heard that he had lived in Guangdong for many years. Isn't Shopkeeper Wen good at cooking Cantonese dishes..."
"Is this Cantonese food?" Mrs. Chai asked him, grabbing the copper kettle and shoving it in front of his face before he finished speaking.
"No, no," Chai Heng hid behind Ji Shubai, unable to hide a bit, "The shopkeeper Wen gave me an idea, saying that Kung Fu tea can be performed like playing the pipa, so I asked him to perform."
"Act? How do you act? Act with your hands holding hands?"
Mrs. Chai roared, causing Chai Heng to hug Ji Shubai's waist.
"I was saying that his hands were rough, and I wanted to ask him to take care of them, but you came in the middle of my conversation, and I hadn't even finished what I was saying."
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