The VIP room is only separated from the downstairs by a wall, but it is a world of difference in internal structure.

The lounge, office and bathroom are all available, and there is even a small kitchen. The elegant and graceful compartment and the flowers and plants in the entrance hall make people shine. I saw the bald man in front of me sitting in front of the coffee table, and I was not in a hurry to question Huo Xue and who were sitting opposite me.

Li Jing only took out a few teacups lightly and asked.

"Drink tea?"

The chatty tone temporarily eased the tension.

Moses frowned. They broke his men's arms so many times, and this man still had the intention to invite them to have tea?

Huo Xue took a large amount of matte purple clay teapots without any trace and nodded slightly.

There was once a report that the Americans consume 160 million cups of tea every day. Eighty percent of the people have to drink tea every day, but scholars from the University of London and the American Science Association said that 80% of the Americans do not know how to make tea. Tea contains more than 30,000 complex ingredients, and it takes enough time to interact to present the flavor it should have.

In order to allow people to enjoy the wonderful, complex and subtle taste of tea, tea makers have worked hard from planting to picking. However, the American tea brewing process that hurriedly ended in the last two minutes made all this effort vain.

Huo Xue couldn't help but be curious, how would Chinese people, as the ancestor of the tea ceremony, make tea?

Looking out.

Li Jing wiped his hands on the dry rag, then gently pressed the edge of the purple clay cover with his thumb, and lifted the teapot. Just when Huo Xue thought he was going to pour it into the cup, the man poured the teapot on the teapot, and then wiped the body of the pot with a clean towel. After changing a stream of water, he slowly poured the teapot into the three-person cup.

Huo Xue lowered her eyes and looked at the cup of water. It was indeed very different from the British black tea.

Although the tea in China is rich and mellow, the tea is almost clear. She can clearly observe the veins of each leaf at the bottom of the cup. Moreover, the cup of tea in front of her was completely brewed with hot water, without any sugar or milk added.

Huo Xue took a sip and frowned.

Liu Jiahui sat aside with a bruised and swollen face, looking at Li Jing, but did not dare to move.

Li Jing put down the teacup and asked the three of them. "How does it taste?"

Moses drank the tea in the purple clay cup in one sip, fucked a sip of weird Chinese, and said bluntly, "No! It's dry and astringent, and it also has a strange smell. Besides, you're too stingy, right? How many sips can you take in this cup?"

"This is Pu'er, an ancient tree in Yun Province." Li Jing smiled, "Pu'er tastes all kinds of flavors. People generally think that it is a musty smell. In our opinion, this is called old flavor."

Huo Xue picked up the teacup and took another sip.

I slowly felt the mellowness of the tea fermenting on the tip of my tongue. I don’t know how long it took, but my eyes darkened, and it turned out to be full of flavors.

Seeing this, Li Jing smiled again, raised his elbow to pour tea, and finally asked, "Just just now, I saw that your moves change very quickly, as if a dragon and a snake were wandering around, and his moves were neat, and he had the shadow of an old friend. How dare you ask where your master came from?"

Huo Xue's fingers froze with the teacup, and her fingertips were white. She raised her eyes silently, without saying a word for a while, and finally said in a muffled voice. "I wonder if you have ever heard a word?"

"What?"

"It is better to go back and build a gun than to face the enemy with empty hands."

Li Jing's fingers trembled, clearly in his prime, with expectation and hope in his voice. "You... are Mr. Li's apprentice?"

"Old Li has been out of the Chinese world for decades. Before entering China, he told me that if someone asks me about my moves, I will say this poem. I never thought that anyone could memorize this poem. Now it seems that he is a friend of mine. However, Mr Li will not accept disciples for life, and I am just one of the many people who ask for advice."

Speaking of relationships, they are actually more like grandparents.

After the mother died, the father had a new love.

The stepmother was a pure American noble daughter. Although she did not treat her harshly, she would not have a good face. Finally, as time goes by, conflict broke out. She made a mistake and was taken away by Mr. Li.

"He...is he okay now?"

"The last time I saw Mr. Li, he was enjoying the puppet show with Mr. Breno in Palermo." When Huo Xue said this, Li Jing's brows were obviously relaxed, but Huo Xue had to continue, "Now he has been dead for two years."

Bang-

The well-maintained purple clay tea cup fell to the ground and made a hole.

A breath slowly sighed, but the southern drug lord in front of him who could sensation in the Southern Province slowly turned red. He seemed to recall the scene of breaking through Hong Kong Island and Taiwan many years ago. Finally, he was crying and repeated a hoarse voice, "It is better to retreat and build a net than to face the enemy with empty hands!"

"It is better to retreat and build a net than to face the abyss and face the enemy with empty hands, than to return and build a gun!"

"It is better to withdraw from the net than to envy the fish in the wilderness..."

"It is better to go back and build a gun than to face the enemy with empty hands..."

"It's better to go back and build a gun..."

"You said you are Mr. Li's man, and you have nothing to say, so I can't believe you." "Either accompany me for a few moves, or... or you will compensate me for the losses in the hall."

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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