"Zhumei, today, I invited a clever teacher for you to teach you the tea ceremony. ”

Song Baixiong said.

"Clever teacher?" Song Zhumei's face was shocked, she seemed to think of someone.

"You are all stained with this brother's light, I asked this national hand to make tea for him, you can observe by the way, and learn the national player's tea-making skills. Song Baixiong said.

"I understand, Grandpa. Song Zhumei showed an excited look on her face, thinking that she would soon be able to see a national-level tea ceremony master make tea and drink it on the spot, Song Zhumei was of course excited.

National player?

Zhang Xiaoqiang was stunned.

The treatment that Song Lao gave him was really good.

It's just a matter of letting his granddaughter come out to make tea, and he specially invited a national tea artist to make tea for him, which made our little brother Qiang a little embarrassed.

Not long after, the curtain rolled up, and a classical beauty wearing ancient costumes, green silk fluttering, wearing a string of shiny sandalwood beads on her hands, and willow eyebrows and big eyes, moved lightly and entered the small tea room.

"It's ...... you"

The moment Zhang Xiaoqiang and this classical beauty looked at each other, both of them were shocked.

Who is this classical beauty, if it's not Mu Qiantong?

Zhang Xiaoqiang really sighed that this world is too small, and the national tea master invited by Song Lao turned out to be Lin Beibei's good friend Mu Qiantong.

At this time, Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly remembered that when he and Mu Qiantong were separated last night, Lin Beibei said that he hadn't drunk the tea made by the national hand for a long time, Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care too much about it at that time, it turned out that Mu Qiantong was the national hand tea artist.

Mu Qiantong's dress, and her classical temperament, match the temperament of the national tea master.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was surprised, and Mu Qiantong was also surprised.

Mu Qiantong received an invitation from Song Lao, saying that there was a distinguished guest and asked her to come out to help make tea.

Song Lao is Mu Qiantong's old relationship, their age gap is relatively large, but there is no age barrier to artistic exchanges, Song Lao is the leader in the jade circle in Beijing and even the whole country, she Mu Qiantong is the youngest national player in the tea art circle in Beijing and even the whole country, tea culture and jade culture itself have many intersecting places, and the relationship between Mu Qiantong and Song Lao has been maintained in this way.

Song Lao invited her to make tea, she thought that Song Lao's guests were either the bigwigs in the red walls of Sijiu City, or the business bigwigs who went out to attend international conferences with the bigwigs on the red walls, or at least the old-timers in the art circle of the capital.

Who knows, the guest invited by Song Lao today is Zhang Xiaoqiang, the man of her good friend Lin Beibei.

After Mu Qiantong sat down, her mood calmed down.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is indeed a heavyweight, and she is worthy of making tea as a national player.

Zhang Xiaoqiang as a ghost exorcist, Mu Qiantong was originally more curious about Zhang Xiaoqiang, she wanted to get in touch with Zhang Xiaoqiang in depth, understand some ghost culture, her job is a teacher of Chinese culture, she is very interested in the traditional Chinese ghost and god culture.

Now, Song Lao is good, and he has built an opportunity for her to get in touch with Zhang Xiaoqiang in depth.

"Do you know each other?" asked Song Baixiong.

"I've had a face. Mu Qiantong said.

"Then I'd like to introduce you!"

Song Baixiong pointed at Zhang Xiaoqiang and said, "Miss Mu, this is Zhang Xiaoqiang, a master of gambling stones!"

A master of gambling stones?

Mu Qiantong's brows furrowed slightly.

Isn't Zhang Xiaoqiang a master of exorcism?

He is still a master of gambling stones?

It's funny, there are so many things on this man.

This is Miss Mu Qiantongmu, a teacher at the Department of Chinese Literature at Kyoto University, and the youngest tea artist in China. ”

Song Baixiong then introduced Mu Qiantong.

"Good cow!" After listening to Song Baixiong's introduction, Zhang Xiaoqiang secretly gave Mu Qiantong a thumbs up.

Mu Qiantong didn't say much, she began to make tea.

Her tea-making action is smoother than Song Zhumei's, and it is also more artistic and ornamental.

Even if Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't know much about tea art, he can still feel the exquisiteness of Mu Qiantong's tea art, and watching Mu Qiantong make tea, giving people a taste like a spring breeze, which is incomparable to Song Zhumei's tea art.

If you want to compare Song Zhumei with Mu Qiantong, just like a sports athlete, Mu Qiantong is a world-level champion, a sports god who stands on the world stage to receive the Olympic gold medal, Song Zhumei is just a high school sports student, Song Zhumei's level can lead the way among middle school students, but compared with the world champion, it is not a little worse.

Song Zhumei is a studious person, she knows the gap between herself and the national player Mu Qiantong, her eyes are firmly fixed on the picture of Mu Qiantong making tea, and she doesn't let go of anything, if it weren't for the respect for Mu Qiantong, Song Zhumei can't wait to take out her mobile phone to shoot a whole set of actions of Mu Qiantong making tea, and slowly observe and learn slowly afterwards.

"Please drink tea!" Song Zhumei used a tea holder to pick up the tea and put it in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others.

Zhang Xiaoqiang picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup and drank it in his mouth, which made Zhang Xiaoqiang marvel.

The same water, the same green varieties of Huangshan, the taste of Mu Qiantong's bubbles, is even better than that of Song Zhumei, this is the skill of the national hand, it is indeed exquisite, and the grasp of the water temperature and time is just right.

Zhang Xiaoqiang drank tea in Song Baixiong's tea room for an afternoon, and in the process, he also tasted Song Baixiong's collection of jade and bracelets.

Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't particularly understand jade and bracelets, he only has introductory fur knowledge, but he has a pair of divine eyes, he doesn't need to activate the flame divine eye, he only uses the wheel eye, he can see through the jade and bracelet, and explain the impurities in the jade and bracelet clearly.

Song Baixiong has long seen Zhang Xiaoqiang's gambling skills, and this time in the face of Zhang Xiaoqiang's gushing evaluation of jade and bracelets, Song Baixiong looked calm and calm.

Mu Qiantong and Song Zhumei, but it was the first time they saw Zhang Xiaoqiang's treasure appreciation skills, and the two classical beauties, one big and one small, were stunned and couldn't close their mouths.

Mu Qiantong said secretly: "Zhang Xiaoqiang, it is really extraordinary, in addition to being a master of exorcism, he is also a treasure master, this person is too mysterious, and I don't know how Bei Bei knows him!"

Song Zhumei looked at Zhang Xiaoqiang with a bright face, this big brother is so capable, grandpa, a treasure appreciation expert, will be suppressed by him.

Mu Qiantong said: "Master Zhang, please help me identify the bracelet on my body, okay?"

"Okay, you can take it off!" Zhang Xiaoqiang said.

Mu Qiantong took off the string of bodhi seeds she hung around her neck and the string of red sandalwood bracelets she wore on her left hand and handed them to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't open his eye ability first, but just touched the Bodhi and Rosewood bracelets, and he found that there was nothing special about the Bodhi Seed, that is, it was made of Bodhi with better materials, and it was probably worth tens of thousands of yuan.

When he touched the red sandalwood bracelet, Zhang Xiaoqiang frowned, and his heart tightened.

(End of chapter)