"Uncle, drink tea."

Song Yuanshui made tea next to him and asked the old man.

The old man sat down and drank the tea made by Song Yuanshui.

Suddenly, Song Wen thought that the Xian'er tea he had fried had not been identified yet. Bogong and his father were both old teapots, so he should take them out and ask them to taste it. What is the right tea?

Thinking of this, he walked back to the room and took out the fried Xian'er tea.

The fried Xian'er tea is just a little bit, and it was put in a transparent plastic bag in a small bamboo jar, which looked quite elegant.

"Bogong, I got some tea. I don't know what happened. Please help me identify it."

As he said that, Song Wen took out a transparent glass teacup and several glass cups from the drawer next to the Shen Case.

This was when he brewed Xianer tea last time. He felt that Xianer tea was as graceful as a fairy when it was brewed, and it was very pleasing to the eye. It should be brewed with transparent utensils and then appreciate Xianer tea. So he specially bought this tea set made of transparent glass, which has been useless and has come in handy today.

When he took out the cup and saw that the cup was a little swept, he took it to the pool and rinsed it.

"What kind of tea? I won't drink too bad tea." The old man said with a smile.

"It's Xian'er tea, I guarantee you haven't drunk it."

Song Wen said, put the washed cup and teacup on the tea table, scalded it with boiling water, then took out a little Xian'er tea from the bamboo jar and put it in a transparent glass teacup, then picked up the boiling hot water from the small induction cooker and rinsed it into the teacup, and then quickly covered the lid.

The tips of the tender bamboo buds that were originally stationary at the bottom of the teacup instantly turned with the rushing water flow, rolling up their bodies, dancing gracefully in the water like a fairy. The color of the tea also gradually changed from pure to green and then to green and yellow.

The old man and Song Yuanshui were amazed when they saw the tips of the tender bamboo buds were all rolled up, and they realized that the Xianer tea leaves seemed to be a little wrong.

"Isn't this tea?" the old man asked.

"no."

Song Wen uncovered the lid of the teacup, and suddenly a bamboo fragrance came out, making people feel as if they were in a fresh bamboo forest, making it refreshing.

“The fragrance is good.”

The old man commented, and Song Yuanshui next to him also nodded.

Song Wen picked up the teacup and poured the tea soup into a transparent teacup. The tea soup was between yellow and green, with a faint fragrance floating, and extremely mellow.

Pour the good tea, Song Wen picked up a cup and gave it to the old man respectfully.

The old man nodded, picked it up, looked at it, and saw that the soup was clear, light yellow and a little green. He put it in front of his nose and smelled it. He felt the fragrance was fragrant, with a faint bamboo charm. He took a sip, put the tea soup in his mouth, stirred the tea soup in his mouth with his tongue, and then swallowed it into his belly. The aroma was mellow, sweet, fresh and smooth, and then the sweetness returned, and the fragrance remained.

“Good tea.”

The old man praised, then drank the tea in his hand and said, "This tea is good, not inferior to Wuyi Rock Tea."

Song Wen was overjoyed when he heard this. What is Wuyi Rock Tea? It is a tea among the top ten famous teas in China. He didn't expect that the newly fried foods he had can be compared with them. He was a little flattered. Unfortunately, this Xian'er tea is troublesome to pick and make, otherwise it could be fried in large quantities for sale.

Now it seems that this tea is destined to be able to drink it by yourself or give it to others.

"Do you still have this tea? I'll give me some of it. I'll take it back and give it to those old guys to taste it." The old man drank a few cups and felt it was good, so he said to Song Wen.

In fact, he wanted to show off to some old guys. If there is good things, he had to let others know and envy them. Otherwise, he would hide it and just admire himself. Who knows? Old children, old children, the older they are, the more naive they are. They are talking about people like them.

Unfortunately, Song Wen had spent a lot of effort, and the fried tea was only a little bit in his hand. When he heard the old man ask, he said, "It's gone, that's all, you always want it, you'll give it to you."

Anyway, he can still make a fuss in the future, and he is happy to use it as a favor. As long as the old man carved the statue he wanted.

The old man took his hand and looked at it. He didn't care less and put it in his pocket.

Then he started drinking tea. After three cups of tea, the old man said again: "Awen, this wood is one meter high, and it is a bit unworthy of carving statues of gods in your house. It is almost the same as that of carving sixty-eight centimeters."

"How can this kid understand these things? Uncle, just do it." Song Yuanshui said while hearing this.

"Ashui, this matter must be explained clearly."

The old man said to Song Yuanshui, then turned to Song Wen and said, "There is still left behind after carving a prince and a civil servant and a military general. What do you want to do?"

"I don't know this either."

Song Wen scratched his head, thought for a while, and said, "Or the palace maids with two more slings were placed behind the prince and the prince, just like the two behind the Queen Mother, and they looked more majestic."

"Who, you can think of this too?" the old man joked jokingly.

The old man carved the statue of the god for so many years, but no one had done this before. He didn't expect that he had this idea. He thought about it in his mind as Song Wen said, and it felt really good. Putting two palms behind the statue can indeed better highlight the majesty of the god.

These are all the details, so the old man responded. Later, the villagers saw the princesses with two slaps behind the princes worshipped by Song Wen's family. They felt that the princess looked even more majestic, so they followed suit, which made the old man unexpected.

"What should I do if the scraps left after carving two palace maids with the palm of his hand?" the old man asked again. The cowhead sandalwood is expensive, and he dared not waste a single trace of it, he was careless.

"What's the use? I'll give it to my uncle?" Song Wen said generously. Anyway, he would burn it when he took it home, so it would be better to give it to him. Besides, he also has the seeds he brought back. If he could be planted, he would have a cowhead sandalwood forest. Is it a little short of him?

"I don't dare to accept it. This thing is expensive? Let's see if I can take out some beads to make bracelets for the remaining scraps. If there is too much, I want one, which is calculated as the wages of the statue of the carved god. What do you think?"

"How can this work? Aren't you at a disadvantage?" Song Yuanshui next to him said anxiously.

"I took advantage of it. Do you know how expensive this thing is?" the old man said to Song Yuanshui.

“How expensive?”

Song Yuanshui asked curiously, but Song Wen smiled and said nothing.
Chapter completed!