My Cold and Beautiful Wife - Chapter 158

[Chapter 0158 Tea Ceremony]

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Ye Fan said in a low voice: “They are reassuring. Only when the heart is immersed in the tea can the best tea be brewed.”

“Oh…” Du Yun’er looked at her with a focused look, forgetting why she came here in the first place.

Finally, about ten minutes later, Ning Zimo and Oda Huihai started to move at the same time.

Lighting charcoal fire, boiling water, brewing tea…

The difference is that Oda Keihai’s expression is more serious, every process is delicate, exquisite, and very quiet, almost no sound.

Ning Zimo had a faint smile on her face, the clouds were light and the wind was light, as if she was playing a piece of music, enjoying herself.

The two of them put all their attention on the tea and turned a deaf ear to everything around them.

Watching the two make tea, it seems like they are splashing ink on a lifelike landscape painting, indulge in the landscape, sing wine and enjoy life.

“It’s amazing… I feel like I can already taste the taste of tea before I drink it…” Du Yun’er murmured enviously.

Ye Fan smiled. He also liked watching Ning Zimo’s tea art, which was pleasing to the eye.

“This is the charm of the tea ceremony. When art reaches the highest level, it is all about shaking people’s souls, not visual stimulation,” Ye Fan said.

While speaking, both Ning Zimo and Oda Huihai stopped and completed the steps of making tea.

The two of them each used a tray to bring five cups of tea to the judges.

Ye Fan took Ladu Yun’er’s hand, stepped forward and said, “Everyone, would you mind letting us have a taste?”

Several of the judges were also kind old men, so naturally they had no problem.

Ning Zimo smiled, took two more cups of tea, and handed them over to Ye Fan and Du Yuner.

Du Yuner thanked her, took a sip of the tea, and immediately felt refreshed. She said in surprise, “This tea is really delicious. I’ve never had a tea with such a strong taste without feeling astringent.”

“Little girl, try mine,” Oda Keihai also brought his tea and said in a non-standard Chinese.

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

“It’s better to distinguish who is better, I feel good,” Du Yuner said distressedly.

“Silly girl, I didn’t ask you to be the referee,” Ye Fan said with a smile.

Several senior tea ceremony judges exchanged opinions with each other.

After five or six minutes, the judge in the middle said: “In this competition, we finally decided that Ziye Teahouse won.”

When Oda Huihai heard this, she was immediately dissatisfied: “Judge, what’s the reason?” The

judge said: “The two brewed teas are not on a par with each other, but Miss Ning showed the same difference in the process of brewing tea. This kind of artistic conception attracts more reverie.

This may be because Mr. Oda is too focused on winning and losing, so he failed to do his best.”

Oda Huihai frowned. He had noticed that when Ning Zimo was making tea, the feeling he exuded was different from his own.

He took a cup of Ning Zimo’s tea, tasted it, and let out a long sigh.

“It was me who lost. Indeed, there is no difference in the taste, but in the artistic conception of the process, I am a little worse,” said Oda Keikai.

Ning Zimo also said politely: “Mr. Oda has inherited the Leliu tea ceremony for more than 400 years, and there are indeed many things worth admiring. Today’s competition has benefited a lot.”

Oda Huihai waved his hand and began to ask in Fusang language: “I want to ask Miss Ning a question, what were you thinking about when you were making tea just now, and how can you be so ethereal and natural?”

Ning Zimo I didn’t understand the fusang language, so I had to ask the judges next to me. There were two people in the judges, who were from Fusang. This was also for fairness.

After listening to the translation, Ning Zimo replied with a smile, “I just recited two sentences in my heart, ‘Baoding tea is still green in the idle smoke, and the fingers are still cold after the quiet window chess’, imagine that kind of mood, let yourself immerse yourself in it. It’s in the tea ceremony.”

After saying this, the judges who were translating next to them were in trouble, they didn’t know how to translate two ancient sentences.

Ye Fan sighed, and suddenly stepped forward and said in a fluent Fusang: “Miss Ning was thinking of two couplets, from the book “Dream of Red Mansions” by Xia Guo.

It probably means that Baoding does not make tea anymore. , there was still green water vapor in the room, the chess game under the window was over, and the fingers still felt cool.

These two couplets were mentioned in the novel by a son named Baoyu, who combined the visual and tactile experience. They all blended together, and the leisure and elegance brought by the tea ceremony and the chess path were also depicted.”

Everyone present stared blankly at Ye Fan, especially Du Yun’er, and their beautiful eyes were full of surprise.

Oda Huihai suddenly realized and gave a thumbs up, “This young gentleman, your fusang language is very good and your explanation is very clear. Your Xia country culture is indeed broad and profound!

Many of us fusang think that the only tea ceremony is fusang. Only, the tea ceremony in the Xia country has no foundation, and today is an eye-opener.”

Ning Zimo looked proud, this is the man she likes, not only admires her in terms of force, but also her inner self-cultivation. Connected.

After chatting for a while, Oda Huihai and several judges were sent away by Ning Zimo.

Ning Zimo changed into her usual home clothes and asked Zhao Zhong to arrange a lunch before coming to Ye Fan and Du Yuner.

“Ye Fan, don’t you intend to introduce me, who is this beauty?”

Ye Fan remembered, but he didn’t have time to introduce him, so he said, “She’s called Du Yuner. A close sister”.

“Oh… I heard you say it several times.” Ning Zimo stretched out her hand cheerfully, “Hello, my name is Ning Zimo, and I’m the proprietress here.”

Du Yuner was the first time she saw such a beautiful and connotative woman, she felt a little inferior, she reached out and shook hands with Ning Zimo.

“Miss Ning…your name is so nice…”

Du Yuner suddenly remembered something, her delicate body trembled slightly, her eyes widened, “Miss Ning…you…your name…”

“I What happened to your name?” Ning Zimo was puzzled.

Ye Fan chuckled lightly and said, “Yun’er, Ning’er in front of you is the president of Zizhulin, how is it, she is as big as the gangster eldest sister you imagined, does she look the same?”

Du Yuner felt that her legs were already weak. , looked at the man with grievances and resentment, the contrast between this image and identity is too great!

When Ning Zimo heard these words, she almost knew the ins and outs. After giving the man a blank look, she took the initiative to take Du Yuner’s hand, “Sister Yuner, don’t be afraid, although our Zizhulin is an underground gang, I will take office. Since then, we have never touched drugs or trafficked people.

The only difference between us and ordinary businesses is that our management model is different, and we resolve some disputes by ourselves, not by the police.”

[End of this Chapter]