Ye Zelin bowed, sat down on the right side of Ye Shiheng, and said "Father".
Ye Shiheng took out a white porcelain teacup, picked up the white porcelain lotus teapot, and filled the cup with tea.
The tea in the cup was a bright yellow, like the eyes of a newly born willow tree, shrouded in a faint mist. He said to his son, "This is my treasured white tea. How about trying it and see if it suits your taste?"
Ye Zelin brought the tea and drank it slowly. The tea had a bright color, a pure aroma, and a mellow and refreshing taste.
After finishing his drink and putting down his white porcelain teacup, he said, "White tea is mostly produced in Wuling and Lingquan counties, with the most famous being the Silver Needle tea produced in the White Tea Mountain of Lingquan County. If we're talking about tea in our family, who else knows more about it than you, father? I'm not an expert on tea, but the tea you brew, while not as good as that of a master, isn't far behind."
Ye Shiheng said, "My father's skills cannot be compared with those of the masters of the tea ceremony. Although not at the pinnacle, it is close to the state of the furnace. If we talk about the master of the tea ceremony, the one in the Song Dynasty must be the old gentleman Xu Zhaoling of Runan."
Ye Zelin said, "The Great View of Tea Theory states: 'White tea is a cultivated variety, different from ordinary tea. Its leaves are thin and translucent. It grows occasionally among cliffs and forests, though it is not something that can be produced by human effort. There are only four or five families, and only one or two plants grow, and only two or three harvests are produced. It has few buds and is particularly difficult to steam and cultivate. If the heat is not right, it will become just another ordinary tea. It must be carefully crafted and properly processed, so that it is clear inside and out, like jade in its raw state. There is nothing else like it. White tea is rare and a treasure among teas. The key to brewing it is the heat. If the heat is not right, it is no different from ordinary tea."
He seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly changed the subject, smiling, "My grandmother was from the Xu family of Runan. The Xu family is well-versed in the art of tea. Father, my Ye family is a natural-born general, so it's amazing that we can also be a tea connoisseur."
Ye Shiheng remained calm, patting his son on the shoulder and saying, "What a jerk! You're teasing your father!"
Ye Zelin's expression suddenly became solemn, even serious, and he was competing with his brother Ye Yunlu.
He looked at Ye Shiheng, his starry eyes flashing with sternness, and he had already forgotten how he usually treated and respected his father.
He said, "Father, I know you want me to marry Sister Fushu, but how can you use such despicable means to destroy Sister Fushu's reputation? What will happen to her as a girl? How will you explain this to Uncle Hua? My son is young, but what about Sister Fushu? You are destroying her reputation. You should know how important reputation is to a woman."
There was a hint of anger on Ye Zelin's clear and bright face. The pear blossoms in the yard seemed to have stopped blooming, and they watched quietly and listened to his accusations.
"Father, as the Great General who protects the country, do you really have no sense of propriety in what you do?"
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